And verbally swears the count in making
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep
Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.
What are you doing, learning to count syllables?
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,
Best believe i'm leaving with more of those
My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,
'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose
The body count is the physical proof
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