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Mmm, yeah Talk my sh*t You know I talk my sh*t You know I Ay Goddamn! Okay I used to be upset like all the time because I hated life Now I'm living great cause I do what I want Don't take advice Headaches in the morning Close the blinds I can't take the light Child's barely paying rent but dressing like they famous Yikes! I don't give a f**k about What you think so shut your mouth How you spreading all that hate While sleeping on yo momma's couch? I don't understand this generation Man it's such a joke Took the knife out of my back And went for all my hater's throats (Aye) Yeah Man I just do what I do My momma used to pawn a ring to put some food on my spoon My dad was never really round But nowadays, man, we cool My shawty looking like a snack She keep me in the mood And I ain't never gave a f**k I don't play by the rules I'm tryna drown up in this cash I don't care bout no pools Most these fellas claim they bout it But they sound like some fools Probably working at Home Depot Man, these dudes are some tools Yeah Aye This is real sh*t so pay attention Spending every day Ain't got no save Need to learn my lesson You know it's real when you can count your cash And count your blessings Always been the one to count it out But now I'm counting benchmans Count it up (You better count it) Aye, aye Count it up (You better count it) Aye, aye Count it up (Talk that sh*t) Aye, aye Count it up (Talk that sh*t) Aye, aye Count it up Aye, aye Count it up (You better count it) Aye, aye Count it up Aye, aye, yeah Count it up Leveling up is the new flex Grip so hard leave the booth wet I am the future No past tense It's a full set I don't stack tens Yeah I'm cooking up like a sous-chef Killer rapper's screaming "Who next?" I've been feeling half a miles I might need me a new jet I ain't came down since the last drop Did a hundred K in a couple days It's a playground on a mascot But I'd run the place Yeah I run the bank I get laid like a mattress Shawty as fine as an actress And the boys' sick cause of coronavirus Cause I grab the mic full of bat sh*t (Yeah, yeah) You hate a lot but your music sucks But the truth is if the shoe fits Then maybe the reason you hate every artist Cause you know that your flow is useless I'm making ways from a pound and cake You're my kind in the undertone So hate on the kid while I'm making a million Yo, feeding yo kids on my Summer shows Count it up Aye, aye Count it up First round Draft picked though There isn't nobody that's stopping my goals Curse crown pact in my soul Burned holes all in my clothes I called Jerome up, when he hit the phone he said "Boy this sh*t gon blow!" So we gon Count it up (You better count it) Aye, aye Count it up (You better count it) Aye, aye Count it up (Talk that sh*t) Aye, aye Count it up (Talk that sh*t) Aye, aye Count it up (You better count it) Aye, aye Count it up (You better count it) Aye, aye Count it up (You talk that sh*t) Aye Count it up b*t*h!
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