Counted Me Out Lyrics

Oh this just the start up

All these guards around still gonna have my guard up

I move through life with god

But Crodie got that rod tucked

Who could it be I mean really

If it's not us

Huh

Seen yall laugh when I first started

Might got eyes up in my back

Laughed harder when my name was dragged

Thought ain't no coming back

Y'all turned shoulders when I needed them

Was hard to handle that

Now I laugh about the losses

I'm in Cali with the racks

Got tired of waiting on on it

Big dreams no sleep

But we still chasing on em

One track mind

I be damned I let YOU race up on it

Souls been sold for less

The Devil prolly saving on em

Im seeing U-turns in my rearview

Now they speeding up

Twelve cylinders in this whip

Good luck catching up

They threw their dirt all on my name

But I was born in mud

Don't wish em bad

Or wish them luck

I just don't give a fuck

I used to eat with bitches

Now they wish me dead

And every-time I win

know bitches gon see red

Really I'm David wit it

Ain't Goliath dead

They all big till It's off with they head

Tragically

Shits comical when it's me

Hate coming all angles

Wash this evil eye off me

Swallowed pride

In the hardest times

Prayed every night before sleep

Lord Shelter me please

For these demons hiding unleash

I found love in the hate

Strength in the weight

While I was still dwelling on downfalls

Shit was falling in place

Still can't trust a bitch

Or a nigga cause

People don't change

But Blessings flow

You know how it goes when you

Moving with grace

Niggas always bitching

Steady burning bridges

Hitting on ya product

Y'all be bad for business

Y'all can watch

While I make it happen

Fuck em bitches

I ain't talking strapping

Faking shit

Don't get paid for acting

Need a podcast

Doing all that chatting

Keep it down

Stop all the noise In the back

There's a goat here tryna get focused

Niggas slide through

To say they were here Huh

But we know they motives

I snap a pic

Wit the gang

Crop a bitch out

Cuz bitches is bogus

SBM tagged in her name

Clout what she chase

Think we ain't notice

Straddling fences

Thinking shits sweet

Hope you get splinters

Bitches be posting they chains up

Covering diamonds in filters

Say you up next

Put that on god

Hope you crossed fingers

Cause I know y'all be doing ya thang ya

But I do it bigger

Higher the stakes

Take a bitch place

Fuck if she mad bout it

You fuck with the opps

And them bitches drop

Then niggas should stand on it

Hoping I lose

Praying I fail

I wouldn't Bank On It

I Got the juice

Shit turn to Gold

If I put my hand on it

Stop all the noise In the back

There's a goat here tryna get focused

Niggas slide through

To say they were here huh

But we know they motives

I snap a pic

Wit the gang

Crop a bitch out

Cuz bitches is bogus

SBM tagged in her name

Clout what she chase

Think we ain't notice ?

Stop all the noise In the back

There's a goat here tryna get focused

Niggas slide through

To say they were here huh

But we know they motives

I snap a pic

Wit the gang

Crop a bitch out

Cuz bitches is bogus

SBM tagged in her name

Clout what she chase

Think we ain't notice