Counted Out

Yeah
My boy Turbo on the beat

You a stranger to the trenches
what you know bout them?
Not here to make no peace,
my parents named me malcolm
Rumors always come from niggas in they feelings
watching
Post traumatic stress
I get high to escape my problems
Brodie pour 4 up out the pint,
that shit done got him nodding
Dare me to do it then I might,
watch niggas turn to sonic
This ain't no game, this shit is life,
you might lose it to violence
1 main bitch by my side, these other hoes be childish
They be low, for real
Get you exposed, for real
Same goes for the bros,
for real
Watch who you keep close,
for real
Inner circle not sposed to squeal
No squares, you know the deal
Cross me once in my head, you killed
Cross me once, can't you say real
Uh, I don't know what the fuck happened
Niggas be thinking that I don't be living shit,
this is to more to me than rapping
The pockets had dust bunnies now they full,
my jeans is where all of the racks in
Instagram gave these niggas personas,
they don't really be trapping
Fuck it, I don't even gotta speak
You tell by the aura,
the way they maneuver,
that they ain't really from the streets
You swear you the shit, you niggas ain't it,
these clowns pop up every week
You are not into that, this ain't that internet shit
boy, niggas be dying from beef
I'm feeling like I gotta prove something
You want work? Go move something
Old hoe think I'm subbing at her,
baby I don't care who you fucking
Before I got on the cuffing shit,
I would scoop bitches for the fun of it
I changed em like I change clothes,
like "this is better than the other fit"
Heat check me, you need an oven mitt
It ain't no fuck love, fuck a sucka bitch
Want a quarter milli on my neck and wrist
Say ya shorty loyal, but she love my dick
Girls night out, where you think she went?
Hoes are easy nigga
all it took for me to scoop your shorty
was to send a message
She been getting blown out ever since
Ever since way back, wayback
I had a dream to make stacks
Needed them pesos, a$ap
Needed to make more, payback
Cus you need them bankrolls to impress
Shout out to banko, go invest
Excuses, I hate those, nigga get
Up of ya ass and get to a check
Get to the money, cause honestly
None of you niggas is hot as me, end of discussion
Probably, would have more on your plate
if mine wasn't in the discussion
They gotta be cappers,
cus all of this talking but they ain't did nothing
I faithfully and properly get to a bag,
you niggas is dummies

I don't play no games nigga, I just pull them cards
No we ain't the same nigga, we don't chase them broads
We don't love them hoes, you know how that go
We just set a goal, right or not I get this dough
Gon hit the road, I'm getting dough, I'm cashing out
Keep the hitter rolled, it's high grade only in my doadie
No you ain't the homie, you don't get to say you know me now
You know broski riding wit a 40 pound
Counted out