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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