"Count It Up" lyrics
Ayy
My account like them jerseys in Boston
Crawled my way outta ghetto apartments
Usually rap about struggles and facin' them L's
But lately, ain't takin' that often
Know some niggas that struggle for public opinion
And bitch, is that shit gonna cost ya
How it feel to go broke on that road you paved
While knowin' you ain't never walk it?
Overpay me like I'm Chandler Parsons
Blessings as long as that Creek got 'em Dawsons
I can't complain about troubles, I solved 'em
Circle got smaller and smaller and smaller 'til I hit the target
The money and fame is cool
But happiness is when you made it, my nigga
Cut chiefs with my people, I'm graded, my nigga
I love you again, no debatin', my nigga
The best shit that done dropped, brother
I'm ahead of the flock, brother
Let a rapper come try me
It's shovels and dirts, I'm diggin' the plots, brother
Decorated before turnin' the tables
Heavy steppin', you can tell by the nasals
Heard all the whistles like, "He been losin' money"
Indie, please, please, don't believe fables
Feel like I seen it and done it all
I hit a lick with the shit, got to runnin' off
I know some women that laid on the table
And asked the doctor, please, to come take the stomach off
A couple years later, they tuckin' again
Afraid of they natural and fearin' it
Too much value in frivolous appearances
Please take note of your blessings and live in it
Count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up
Count it up
Niggas usin' raps to glorify drugs and guns
I talk to my people and I put they story in minds
Lemme guess, you got big steppin' with Dot on the drake
I guess it's "euphoria" time (Oh, brother)
Lemme guess, you got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches On bitches on bitches, you hit and dismiss 'em
A Rollie and Wraith, may God be your witness and—
(Stop the cap, brother)
I swear, I be hatin' y'all
Like my cousin that ain't really, really my cousin
(I can't relate to y'all)
Like a lil' nigga with some hoop dreams
Couldn't wait to ball
Had to stumble and trip 'til I gathered my steps
Write verses 'bout what I been livin' in currently
When I get paid, it's reality checks
I been dreamin', I ain't seen reality, yet
I'm the truth, I ain't fold a fallacy, yet
I might pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, jump out and blowin'
Ain't nothin' but smoke and the casualty left
Crazy ass nigga, I ain't got it all
I'm surprised they ain't strapped up and padded me yet
I been losin' all my loved ones in threes
I'm prayin' to God they don't gather me next
(When we leave this world, it goes on)
(So while I'm here, give my love to you)
('Cause in this world, they move on)
Here 'til the end, can't say it enough
But thank you, I love you again
Count it up, count it up
Yeah
This really for every nigga that done supported a nigga
Got a nigga through the doubts and the hard times n' shit
Like, I really, I done said it a lot but I'll, I'll never stop sayin' it to the end of this shit
Wish I could name every nigga name by name
But I'd be here for fuckin' three hours doin' this shit
But I love the fuck outta y'all, for real
Count it up
My account like them jerseys in Boston
Crawled my way outta ghetto apartments
Usually rap about struggles and facin' them L's
But lately, ain't takin' that often
Know some niggas that struggle for public opinion
And bitch, is that shit gonna cost ya
How it feel to go broke on that road you paved
While knowin' you ain't never walk it?
Overpay me like I'm Chandler Parsons
Blessings as long as that Creek got 'em Dawsons
I can't complain about troubles, I solved 'em
Circle got smaller and smaller and smaller 'til I hit the target
The money and fame is cool
But happiness is when you made it, my nigga
Cut chiefs with my people, I'm graded, my nigga
I love you again, no debatin', my nigga
The best shit that done dropped, brother
I'm ahead of the flock, brother
Let a rapper come try me
It's shovels and dirts, I'm diggin' the plots, brother
Decorated before turnin' the tables
Heavy steppin', you can tell by the nasals
Heard all the whistles like, "He been losin' money"
Indie, please, please, don't believe fables
Feel like I seen it and done it all
I hit a lick with the shit, got to runnin' off
I know some women that laid on the table
And asked the doctor, please, to come take the stomach off
A couple years later, they tuckin' again
Afraid of they natural and fearin' it
Too much value in frivolous appearances
Please take note of your blessings and live in it
Count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up
Count it up
Niggas usin' raps to glorify drugs and guns
I talk to my people and I put they story in minds
Lemme guess, you got big steppin' with Dot on the drake
I guess it's "euphoria" time (Oh, brother)
Lemme guess, you got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches On bitches on bitches, you hit and dismiss 'em
A Rollie and Wraith, may God be your witness and—
(Stop the cap, brother)
I swear, I be hatin' y'all
Like my cousin that ain't really, really my cousin
(I can't relate to y'all)
Like a lil' nigga with some hoop dreams
Couldn't wait to ball
Had to stumble and trip 'til I gathered my steps
Write verses 'bout what I been livin' in currently
When I get paid, it's reality checks
I been dreamin', I ain't seen reality, yet
I'm the truth, I ain't fold a fallacy, yet
I might pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, jump out and blowin'
Ain't nothin' but smoke and the casualty left
Crazy ass nigga, I ain't got it all
I'm surprised they ain't strapped up and padded me yet
I been losin' all my loved ones in threes
I'm prayin' to God they don't gather me next
(When we leave this world, it goes on)
(So while I'm here, give my love to you)
('Cause in this world, they move on)
Here 'til the end, can't say it enough
But thank you, I love you again
Count it up, count it up
Yeah
This really for every nigga that done supported a nigga
Got a nigga through the doubts and the hard times n' shit
Like, I really, I done said it a lot but I'll, I'll never stop sayin' it to the end of this shit
Wish I could name every nigga name by name
But I'd be here for fuckin' three hours doin' this shit
But I love the fuck outta y'all, for real
Count it up
