Efc
Now you can Call on El but address me as Colonel
I been counting chicken
In my little borough
You know the coop ain't rented
Got it paid in thorough
I'm out here like I'm rico
Im talking Spanish lingo
You know this cat is Leo
We don't cap we seal
So if the price ain't right
We ain't down to deal
Don't get your ego killed
Got panoramic shields
So if you take your shot
You might cast in your film
Ayo who really real?
We don't care!
Fuck is you chasing
Eye on the prize
Aint counting no daisies
Praying on luck?
Religion is failing
I got a leg up
A rabbit they chasing
What's up doc?
Their legs are breaking
Keep it buck I counted 6
7 I have mistaken
Im in the cut, but swelling up
Been on the bench
But never waiting
I get the dub, turn it to M's
Trust me I'm forever making
Molded the clay made me a pot
Added the curry
Now we baking
You turning up
What about us
Guess we at heaven shaking
What's in the box
Jack of all trades
Chip on my shoulder
Where are your lays
I cannot talk for minimum wage
Bet on yourself
Or get out the way
All of my troops
Get carried away
Putting in work
Money to make
Dreams to fill
Fam to save
Trigger happy, one shot away
I been counting chicken
In my little borough
You know the coop ain't rented
Got it paid in thorough
I'm out here like I'm rico
Im talking Spanish lingo
You know this cat is Leo
We don't cap we seal
So if the price ain't right
We ain't down to deal
Don't get your ego killed
Got panoramic shields
So if you take your shot
You might cast in your film
Ayo who really real?
We don't care!
Fuck is you chasing
Eye on the prize
Aint counting no daisies
Praying on luck?
Religion is failing
I got a leg up
A rabbit they chasing
What's up doc?
Their legs are breaking
Keep it buck I counted 6
7 I have mistaken
Im in the cut, but swelling up
Been on the bench
But never waiting
I get the dub, turn it to M's
Trust me I'm forever making
Molded the clay made me a pot
Added the curry
Now we baking
You turning up
What about us
Guess we at heaven shaking
What's in the box
Jack of all trades
Chip on my shoulder
Where are your lays
I cannot talk for minimum wage
Bet on yourself
Or get out the way
All of my troops
Get carried away
Putting in work
Money to make
Dreams to fill
Fam to save
Trigger happy, one shot away
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Rivas
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