... Lyrics

Count on my hands

I can down a finger every time a nigga tried to lie upon me

I can handle the weight, I'll hold it down

Told my pops don't you die upon me

I t-told my dukes hold my cry for me

Gotta get to working I need mo money

Yo bro, h-how could you change on me

I think I gotta ride alone cuz niggas moving funny

D-Do I choose love or making hunnids

Psychopathic niggas envy money

Jus cause I told you the truth

That doesn't get you the right to go blame it on me

I feel nauseous too

I'm hearing (shh) bout my momma I can't confront it

Girl you is pretty a dime

I gotta make a beat then rap, get it off my mind

S-S-Say you got a real reason

Nigga I been goin too hard

This really is Lo season

I don't need no validation

I don't care if no nigga gon peep it (yea)

Get you help without a reason

T-Told em I'm coming way too hard this season

Nigga ball hard no fifa

I gotta get comfy around I'm anemic

Jus like it was yesterday

I know that I said we gon talk

But I promise you later not feeling the best today

You said what you need, and I wanna improve

But you'd rather just give me ya less today

Yeah, I'm missing yesterday

Yea, I'm missing yesterday

Yeah, I'm missing yesterday

Yea, I'm missing yes

(cmon, turn me up)

Count on my hands

I can down a finger every time a nigga tried to lie upon me (YU)

I can handle the weight, I'll hold it down

Told my pops don't you die upon me

I t-told my dukes hold my cry for me

Gotta get to working I need mo money (y-ya)

Yo bro, h-how could you change on me

I think I gotta ride alone cuz niggas moving funny (y-ya)

D-Do I choose love or making hunnids

Psychopathic niggas envy money (y-ya)

Jus cause I told you the truth

That doesn't get you the right to go blame it on me (y-ya)

I feel nauseous too

I'm hearing (shh) bout my momma I can't confront it

Girl you is pretty a dime

I gotta make a beat then rap, get it off my mind