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[Intro] Cm Ab Cm [Refrain]
CmN****s been countin' me out I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a lAbist I'm checkin' it twGice and I'm gettin’ ’em Cmhit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakAbers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
[Verse 1]
I'm all in my bCmag, this hard as it get I do not snort powder, I might take a sip I mightG hit the blunt, but I'm liable Abto trip I ain’t poppin' no pBbill, but you do as you wish I roll with some fieCmnds, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
What good is the brAbead if my n****s is broke? What good is first class if my n****s can't sit?
TBbhat's my next miCmssion, that's why I can't quit Just like LeBron, get my n****s more chips Just put the RAbollie right back on my wrist This watch came from DBbrizzy, he gave me a gift Back when the rCmap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never Abbeef with a n**** for nothin' If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be leGgit It won't be for cCmlout, it won't be for fame It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the saAbme It won't be to sAbell you my latest lil' sneakers It won't be 'cause soBbme n**** slid in my lane Everything grCmows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' n****s, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scAbrape every dollar you can I hope you know mBboney won't erase the pain
To the CmOGs, I'm thankin' you now Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground I copied your cadence, I mirAbrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you Cmfeel me, you ain't got a choice Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise This year gon' be different, I Abset my intentions I promise to Abslap all that hate out your Bbvoice
[Refrain]
CmN****s been countin' me out I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm mAbakin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been Cmdyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit The BCentley is dAbirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dCmick
Cm Cm [Chorus]
I just poured somethin' Gmin my Abcup I've been wBbantin' somethin' I can fCmeel ProCmmise I am neveAbr lettin' up Money Bbin your palm don't make you Cmreal Foot is on they neck, I got 'Gem stAbuck I'ma gBbive 'em somethin' they can fCmeel If it ain't 'bout the sGmquad, don't give a fAbuck Pistol in your hand don't make you Gmreal
[Verse 2]
I'Cmm dead in the middle of two generations I'm little bro and big bro all at once Just left the Ablab with young 21 Savage I'm 'bout to Bbgo and meet Jigga for lunch Had a long tGmalk with the young n**** Kodak Reminded me Cmof young n****s from 'Ville Straight out the prAbojects, no fakin', just honest I wish that hBbe had more guidance, for real Too many nCm****s in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming froAbm a long bloodline of trauma We raised by our mamas, Lord, we gotta Bbheal We hurting our sCmisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted self-iAbmage, we set up to fail I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nG****
Cm [Chorus]
I just poured somethin' in my cAbup I've been wantin' somethin' I can Cmfeel Promise I am never lettin' Abup
Money in your palm don't make you real
PrGmomise I am never lettin' Abup Money Bbin your palm don't make you Cmreal Foot is on they neck, I got 'Gem stAbuck I'ma gGmive 'em somethin' they can fCmeel If it ain't 'bout the sGmquad, don't give a fAbuck Pistol in your hBband don't make you reGmal
[Outro]
Money in your palm don't make you rAbeal Pistol iBbn your hand don't make you rCmeal
Money in your palm don't make you real