Bitch, they call it motor city
When i count to three, you flea
Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,
She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around
If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak
Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.
Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,
In front of our building, they was my heroes
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
What are you doing, learning to count syllables?
Count doughwork hard all day ever day
As: other plans got in the way
Or count sheep while you sleep
We can't catch the beat
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
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