Counting Up The Blues

Chorus

I'm a young nigga NBA young boy

Counting up these blues like I'm in the pros

Chain on freeze, wrist on gone

Mama said be careful, I just want it all

Verse 1

Sixteen with a dream and a duffel

Told my teacher I'm gon' make it, she said good luck though

Now I'm out here in these streets with a hustle

Every time I touch a bag, I'm in a new level

Chorus

I'm a young nigga NBA young boy

Counting up these blues like I'm in the pros

Chain on freeze, wrist on gone

Mama said be careful, I just want it all

Verse 2

Feds watching, I ain't tripping off the static

Dropped out the game, now my pockets automatic

Used to take the train, now I'm in a foreign whip

Every bridge I burned, I don't ever miss that shit

Chorus

I'm a young nigga NBA young boy

Counting up these blues like I'm in the pros

Chain on freeze, wrist on gone

Mama said be careful, I just want it all

Bridge

They don't understand the hunger

They don't know what it cost

Every scar I got is a lesson

Every blessing I can't loss

Chorus

I'm a young nigga NBA young boy

Counting up these blues like I'm in the pros

Chain on freeze, wrist on gone

Mama said be careful, I just want it all