COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS Lyrics – $uicideboy$

“COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS” Lyrics by $uicideboy$ is a latest English song in the voice of $uicideboy$. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS” song lyrics are also written by $uicideboy$. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America.

“COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS” by $uicideboy$ is a dark, aggressive track where the duo vents about drug use, street life, mental struggles, and their rise from chaos to fame. They mix raw lyrics with violent imagery and anti-industry sentiment, showing pride in their underground roots. Despite the heavy content, there’s a sense of loyalty, pain, and ambition woven through their intense delivery and unapologetic attitude.

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS Lyrics

[Intro: Scrim]
Lord have mercy (You did good, Slick)
(It’s a smash)
If a pu*sy want a—
Hold up
Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Scrim]
If a pu*sy want a problem, I can help but solve it
For fu*kboys I’m a headache, but for b!tches I’m a target
Extra chrome, retarded, should’ve been aborted

D!ck out like I’m Calvin, ’cause I piss on them regardless
Two-two Percs, I just started, four Percs feeling gorgeous
Five through nine, all for the gang and still ain’t feeling nauseous
Twenty Percs I’m talking, the demons ’round me barging
Only got an hour before I’m right back to withdrawing
Catch a opp out jogging and send ’em on a skywalk
Streets ain’t for everyone, that’s why they made the sidewalk
I-I don’t really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk
Sipping on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock’
Bad b!tch with a tight tw*t on my wood like Pine-Sol
Riding on some Forgiato’s in a fu*king write-off
What the fu*k’s a night off? Haters having type-offs
Someone check these pussies and make sure they get they Midol
Who they said they with? Uh-uh, b!tch, we never heard of you
Think you got the Percs, but it’s Naproxen that I’m serving you
I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screaming fu*k the blue
They asking what do we do and I’m like “Well, what didn’t we?”
Fu*k all that civility, psycho s*it is still in me
Demons steady tempting me, I’m ready Second Timothy
Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies
I-I can’t fu*k with hoes that be fu*king up my energy
Let me repeat, they ain’t seeing me
I been stepping on ’em, it’s the G in m
ot me twisting fingers, repping on ’em, keep a TEC up on ’em
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it

Now I’m flexing on all of my opponents
B!tch with daddy issues love to call me papa
Tatted 7.62, fell in love with choppers, Grey*59 the mafia, they some deal coppers
Should’ve went to church, but I’m with the pill poppers (Yo, what?)

[Bridge: Lyrical Dope]
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer

[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
It was always gonna be suicide the backup plan
Who the fu*k you think all these labels shadowbanned?
Oh wait, what he mean? Decade old industry, Taliban
Loose change at my feet, I’ll take the stage no backup band
Noose hangs in defeat and I’m still the same, can’t cap the brand
Desert Camo Jeep, just pick up smack from Pakistan
Lurking in the deep, big ol’ teeth, swim as fast as you can
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan’ mixed with Zataraings
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I’m the man across the land
You don’t understand, you don’t really get it
I’m busy stacking plans, b!tch, I do not check the reddit, uh
I don’t give a fu*k, tatted “Don’t care” on my knuckles
I was once a young buck always getting into trouble
Then I made my dream the point and I popped the thought bubble
Scared the neighbors once or twice, look at me seeing double
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle
I’m just tatted up but humble, yeah
Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle (I stay lowkey but y’all know me)
Russia was the only country I didn’t bring in any drügs to smuggle (Hahaha)
I-I-I’ma hustle ’til the dust’ll settle, been like that since Russell’s
Leaving bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddl
rey*59, we turned the fu*king underground to a bunch of rubble (Uh, what?)
Anybody got anything else to say? (Huh?)
I didn’t think so
Ruby da fu*king Cherry got a big heart, yeah, I always flex that muscle
Scrim so stoic, you might be lucky to get a fu*king chuckle (Ayy, ayy)
That’s my partner, that’s my cousin (Ayy, ayy), yeah, our family knows the struggle
Dug our graves together and we threw away the fu*king shovels

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COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Scrim]
Scrim opens with an intense vibe, calling for mercy sarcastically, like he knows what’s coming is wild. He shouts out the producer, hypes the track, then abruptly stops mid-thought, creating suspense. The repeated “ayy” adds to the energy, like he’s revving up before dropping into something heavy.

[Verse 1: Scrim]
Scrim kicks off with a warning: if someone wants problems, he’s more than ready to handle them, showing he’s not one to back down. He says fake guys find him hard to deal with, while women often see him as a target. He calls himself dangerous and unpredictable, joking that he should’ve never been born, and brags about disrespecting others freely.

He talks about popping Percocets, starting small but quickly escalating, showing how deep his addiction runs. Despite taking so many, he doesn’t feel sick, just more surrounded by inner demons. He knows the crash is coming soon and he’s on a tight clock before withdrawal hits again.

He paints a violent picture, saying if he sees an enemy jogging, he’ll take them out like something from Star Wars. He follows up by saying the streets aren’t made for everyone—that’s what sidewalks are for—basically calling out those who pretend to be tough but really aren’t.

He doesn’t speak much, preferring to let his flashy jewelry speak for him. Even his drink is coded—what looks like Sprite is laced with a strong drug, Wock’. He describes a s*xual encounter crudely, then shifts to bragging about driving expensive cars and living tax-write-off levels of luxury.

To him, there’s no such thing as rest. While others argue online, he dismisses them, suggesting they’re too soft and emotional. He mocks people pretending to be gang-affiliated, saying no one’s ever heard of them, and that they’re being tricked into taking fake drügs.

He’s flying down the highway in a foreign car, dissing the police loudly. When people ask what he’s about, he says, “What didn’t we do?” meaning he’s done it all. There’s no room for politeness—his violent, unstable side is always present. He references a Bible verse, suggesting he’s prepared to face evil head-on.

He mentions his isolation, saying he avoids women who mess with his mental space. He repeats that people can’t match him. His gang loyalty runs deep—he throws up signs, carries a weapon, and would risk his life for respect. He’s proud to show off to his enemies now.

He ends by saying women with father issues are drawn to him, he’s obsessed with guns, and he’s part of a close-knit crew (Grey59). He says he should be in church, but instead, he’s deep into drug culture—showing the ongoing tug-of-war between redemption and destruction.

[Bridge: Lyrical Dope]
Just repeats “killer” over and over to hype up the violence and chaos.

[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
Ruby starts by saying that if music didn’t work out, suicide was always his backup plan. That dark honesty sets the tone. He feels like the music industry shut him out unfairly (shadowbanned), but he’s too deep in the game to quit. He compares the industry to a warzone like the Taliban, suggesting it’s full of hidden attacks.

He says he’s performing without backup—just him and his raw energy, not needing flashy help. Even in low points or symbolic “defeat,” he stays true to who he is and doesn’t fake anything. He casually mentions drug runs, like picking up heroin from Pakistan, showing how messy and risky his life can be.

He compares himself to a predator in the water—sneaky, fast, and dangerous. Then he talks about blacking out in Japan, taking drügs that mess up his reality, and switching identities like Jackie Chan, meaning he can adapt and keep moving.

He says people don’t really get what he’s doing. While others waste time online, he’s focused on building his life. He literally has “don’t care” tattooed on his hands, proving he’s not faking his attitude.

He reflects on his wild past, saying he used to get into a lot of trouble but then chose to chase his dream instead. His behavior scared his neighbors, but now those same people act friendly and even tell their kids to call him “uncle”—like he’s become oddly accepted.

He still sees himself as humble, even though he’s juggling major success like platinum records and global tours. He jokes that Russia was the only place he didn’t smuggle drügs, making light of his lawless lifestyle.

He says he’ll keep grinding until he’s dead, and he’s been doing that since way back. He’s been involved in violence since he was young. He shouts out his crew—guys like Rami, Shake, and Chetta—saying they’ve always stuck together and taken over the underground scene.

He wraps up by daring anyone to challenge him, then drops a line about having a big heart despite his tough image. He says Scrim, his cousin and partner, rarely shows emotion, but their bond runs deep. They’ve both been through pain together—so deep they dug their own graves, then tossed the shovels, like there’s no going back.

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