[Refrain]N****s been countin' me outI’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips[Refrão]I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a listI'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hitThe real ones been dyin', the fake ones is litThe game is off balance, I’m back on my shitThe Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirtyBut that's how I like it, you all on my dick[Verse 1]I'm all in my bag, this hard as it getI do not snort powder, I might take a sipI might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to tripI ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wishI roll with some fiends, I love 'em to deathI got a few mil' but not all of them richWhat good is the bread if my n****s is broke?What good is first class if my n****s can't sit?That's my next mission, that's why I can't quitJust like LeBron, get my n****s more chipsJust put the Rollie right back on my wristThis watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a giftBack when the rap game was prayin' I'd dissThey act like two legends cannot coexistBut I'd never beef with a n**** for nothin'If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legitIt won't be for clout, it won't be for fameIt won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the sameIt won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakersIt won't be 'cause some n**** slid in my laneEverything grows, it's destined to changeI love you lil' n****s, I'm glad that you cameI hope that you scrape every dollar you canI hope you know money won't erase the painTo the OGs, I'm thankin' you nowWas watchin' you when you was pavin' the groundI copied your cadence, I mirrored your styleI studied the greats, I'm the greatest right nowFuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choiceNow I ain't do no promo, still made all that noiseThis year gon' be different, I set my intentionsI promise to slap all that hate out your voice[Refrain]N****s been countin' me outI'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte][Chorus]I just poured somethin' in my cupI've been wantin' somethin' I can feelPromise I am never lettin' upMoney in your palm don't make you realFoot is on they neck, I got 'em stuckI'ma give 'em somethin' they can feelIf it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuckPistol in your hand don't make you real[Verse 2]I'm dead in the middle of two generationsI'm little bro and big bro all at onceJust left the lab with young 21 SavageI'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunchHad a long talk with the young n**** KodakReminded me of young n****s from 'VilleStraight out the projects, no fakin', just honestI wish that he had more guidance, for realToo many n****s in cycle of jailSpending they birthdays inside of a cellWe coming from a long bloodline of traumaWe raised by our mamas, Lord, we gotta healWe hurting our sisters, the babies as wellWe killing our brothers, they poisoned the wellDistorted self-image, we set up to failI'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, n****[Chorus 2x]I just poured somethin' in my cupI've been wantin' somethin' I can feelPromise I am never lettin' upMoney in your palm don't make you realFoot is on they neck, I got 'em stuckI'ma give 'em somethin' they can feelIf it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuckPistol in your hand don't make you real[Outro]Money in your palm don't make you realPistol in your hand don't make you real
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[Refrain]
N****s been countin' me out
I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
[Refrão]
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
[Verse 1]
I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my n****s is broke?
What good is first class if my n****s can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my n****s more chips
Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a n**** for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit
It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some n**** slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' n****s, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
I hope you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Refrain]
N****s been countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
[Chorus]
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
I'm dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young n**** Kodak
Reminded me of young n****s from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for real
Too many n****s in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord, we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted self-image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, n****
[Chorus 2x]
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Outro]
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
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