I count 5 fingers between you and me
Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see
And verbally swears the count in making
So she graduated, rich nigga wife training
She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around
Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count
Count doughwork hard all day ever day
Momma say, you making me lose pay
Body count is high, when i grip the mic
And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public
I make forty-some dollars a day
Count on myself like a castaway
I've been a pro, but now i'm profound
The girl give me da head count
It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars
Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
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