So drop the slam and let's get sick
Body count is high, when i grip the mic
I've been a pro, but now i'm profound
Well, probably, i lost count
Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,
In front of our building, they was my heroes
Not to mention wale is on the way
Count doughwork hard all day ever day
The body count is the physical proof
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
The way we used to count up to three
Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
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