Lecrae - Blessings Lyrics
Lyrics
Hook: Ty Dolla $ign
If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won't ever think I'm better than the next man
I've been down before the come up, I ain't stressin'
Baby I'm too busy countin' all these blessings
Verse 1: Lecrae
Yah, yah, yah
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
Swear the sun shinin' on me in my huddle
No matter the trouble surroundin' us
They don't see that it's a lot of us
Everybody move anonymous
Won't take that credit, I know where we get it
Them blessings be comin' from God above
I was doin' all kinda bad
Where the choir at? Tell 'em I need a verse
Hit the pew and tell God He's first
Hit the studio to body a verse
I remember pushin' mama's little white Hyundai with no gas money
I just bought a car, cash money
I ain't even tryna brag on it
I just tell it how it really is
I ain't trippin', they ain't feelin' this
I ain't sayin' I deserve nothin'
I'm just tryna talk about the benefits
I've been punchin' in the clock
Tryna keep the kitchen stocked
Man it's a blessin' 'cause we ain't ever had a lot
But all we need is all we got
Hook: Ty Dolla $ign
If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won't ever think I'm better than the next man
I've been down before the come up, I ain't stressin'
Baby I'm too busy countin' all these blessings, blessings
Post-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings
Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign
I put my mama in the crib, said, "Stop stressin'"
I put my girl in a brand new diamond necklace
She said she need more of my love and affection
'Cause lately I've been workin' harder than ever
She said, "Baby, you a boss, baby, clear your schedule
Dolla you a boss, let's do somethin' special
Take me on a PJ, we should go to Mexico
I've been down for you boy, since when the money was low"
Anything for my bae 'cause she a blessing
If you woke up this morning it's a blessing
Hook: Ty Dolla $ign
If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won't ever think I'm better than the next man
I've been down before the come up, I ain't stressin'
Baby I'm too busy countin' all these blessings, blessings
Post-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings
Verse 3: Lecrae
I took so many losses
Coulda lost it
Left 'em leaky like a faucet
Almost cost me
Everything that I got, all of my fam
Part of the plan
I was eatin' fried bologna out of the pan
Y'all don't understand
I was tryna get it
I'm in that studio tryna keep it pushin'
Patty pies, boy I kept 'em cookin'
All I needed was the Mary Mary
But the God in me was havin' commentary, woo!
I got angels all around like Anita Baker
Blessings fallin' in line, guess I need a taper
And every loss is a lesson
Tell my haters I confess
Treat 'em like the green bubbles on the iPhone
I probably never read the message
Hook: Ty Dolla $ign
If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won't ever think I'm better than the next man
I've been down before the come up, I ain't stressin'
Baby I'm too busy countin' all these blessings, blessings
Post-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings
Video
Lecrae - Blessings (Video) ft. Ty Dolla $ign
Meaning & Inspiration
In the pews, we spend a lot of time teaching people how to lament. We give them permission to be sad, to be angry, to wrestle with the silence of heaven. But there’s a missing piece in our collective formation: how do we talk about gain? How do we handle a "win" without falling into the trap of prosperity-gospel narcissism or the hollow pride of the "self-made" man?
Lecrae’s "Blessings" occupies a strange, narrow space. When I look at this from the perspective of how a congregation actually carries a song out the doors on a Sunday, I see a significant tension.
He writes, "I ain't sayin' I deserve nothin' / I'm just tryna talk about the benefits." That line stops me. It’s honest—it’s the classic posture of the grateful servant. It mirrors James 1:17, acknowledging that every good gift is a descent from the Father of lights. But then, there is the hook. When Ty Dolla $ign sings, "I'm too busy countin' all these blessings," it creates a massive "Landing" problem.
If I put this in a setlist, where do the people land?
If the song stops at the counting—at the tallying of cars, of success, of "making it"—then we’ve failed the liturgy. We haven’t pointed them toward the Crucified One; we’ve pointed them toward their own bank accounts or their own personal breakthroughs. If the congregation leaves thinking that "blessings" are primarily the things that make life easier or more comfortable, we’ve effectively anesthetized them to the reality of the Cross, which is rarely comfortable and often looks like a loss.
And yet, there’s a vulnerability in Lecrae’s reflection: "I took so many losses / Coulda lost it... Almost cost me / Everything." He’s not painting a picture of some inevitable rise. He’s acknowledging the thin margin between his current life and ruin. That hits closer to the truth of Psalm 23—that even in the presence of enemies, even in the shadow, there is a table spread. But the danger is that the music itself—the bounce, the "count it up" repetition—obscures the gravity of that grace. It risks turning gratitude into a flex.
I struggle with this. I want songs that pull us toward the mystery of God’s provision, not just his material favors. Does this song lead us to repentance? Does it leave the room quiet enough to hear the still, small voice? Or does it just pump us up to feel good about our own "come up"?
There is grace here, buried under the bravado. But in the architecture of our worship, we have to be careful. We can count our blessings until we're blue in the face, but if we aren't counting the cost of following Him, we aren't singing a song of the Kingdom; we're just singing a song about a lucky life.