Make It Count (feat. Michael Aristotle)
All this time I been waitin' for it
All this time I been prayin' for it
Finally here I'mma make it count
Finally here, I'mma make it count
Count count, make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
All this time I been prayin' I'mma make it count
Holy holy hol up
Wayment this right here my theme song
Lookin' like the type a bitch a scammer could not scheme on
Gel on every nail, I flip my hair, then put my rings on
Gratitude my attitude so bless me like I'm sneezin'
We don't see no opposition, all my niggas tee'd up
She don't need no pot to piss in
Ain't that what the trees for?
Ha Ha Ha, I ain't laughin' boy I'm breathin'
The earth is such a beauty
Why we act like we don't need her
Black on black on black on black
I'm black, I'm blackity black
And that's that on that on that on that
On that on period, pad
I was gone for a minute, I had to go get it
I had to get back in my bag
I was gone for a minute, I had to go get it
I had to get back in my bag (woo!)
Really I just needed me some rest,
Fuck the grind, fuck the hustle, fuck the stress
And fuck these jobs, like how a nigga treat you less
Doin' over time, I made it count I won't forget
Yea the world is mine
All this time I been waitin' for it
All this time I been prayin' for it
Finally here I'mma make it count
Finally here, I'mma make it count
Count count, make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
All this time I been prayin' I'mma make it count
A 10 and a 20 30 40 and a 50 too
A hot young nigga even when I'm 52
When you in a mental prison people hardly visit you
Every hi and bye is sounding like a negro spiritual
My dawg was movin' chickens out the pigeon coupe
For profession
All them long nights keep a magnum for protection
I ain't talking condoms
Niggas tie you up for ransom I ain't talkin' bondage
Did it to perfection
He made it outta jail
Then he switched the whole direction
Grams to da' grammar
Like I'm making a correction
Prayed for it now it's happening like I expected
You guessed it
The name hold weight
Word to cinderblocks
They shit be quiet I be waiting for a pen to drop
They talkin shit and I be waiting for the pin to drop
Located where the blessings at I pray it never stop
All this time I been waitin' for it
All this time I been prayin' for it
Finally here I'mma make it count
Finally here, I'mma make it count
Count count, make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
All this time I been prayin' I'mma make it count
All this time I been prayin' for it
Finally here I'mma make it count
Finally here, I'mma make it count
Count count, make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
All this time I been prayin' I'mma make it count
Holy holy hol up
Wayment this right here my theme song
Lookin' like the type a bitch a scammer could not scheme on
Gel on every nail, I flip my hair, then put my rings on
Gratitude my attitude so bless me like I'm sneezin'
We don't see no opposition, all my niggas tee'd up
She don't need no pot to piss in
Ain't that what the trees for?
Ha Ha Ha, I ain't laughin' boy I'm breathin'
The earth is such a beauty
Why we act like we don't need her
Black on black on black on black
I'm black, I'm blackity black
And that's that on that on that on that
On that on period, pad
I was gone for a minute, I had to go get it
I had to get back in my bag
I was gone for a minute, I had to go get it
I had to get back in my bag (woo!)
Really I just needed me some rest,
Fuck the grind, fuck the hustle, fuck the stress
And fuck these jobs, like how a nigga treat you less
Doin' over time, I made it count I won't forget
Yea the world is mine
All this time I been waitin' for it
All this time I been prayin' for it
Finally here I'mma make it count
Finally here, I'mma make it count
Count count, make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
All this time I been prayin' I'mma make it count
A 10 and a 20 30 40 and a 50 too
A hot young nigga even when I'm 52
When you in a mental prison people hardly visit you
Every hi and bye is sounding like a negro spiritual
My dawg was movin' chickens out the pigeon coupe
For profession
All them long nights keep a magnum for protection
I ain't talking condoms
Niggas tie you up for ransom I ain't talkin' bondage
Did it to perfection
He made it outta jail
Then he switched the whole direction
Grams to da' grammar
Like I'm making a correction
Prayed for it now it's happening like I expected
You guessed it
The name hold weight
Word to cinderblocks
They shit be quiet I be waiting for a pen to drop
They talkin shit and I be waiting for the pin to drop
Located where the blessings at I pray it never stop
All this time I been waitin' for it
All this time I been prayin' for it
Finally here I'mma make it count
Finally here, I'mma make it count
Count count, make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
Count count, I'mma make it count
All this time I been prayin' I'mma make it count
Credits
Writer(s): Ayana Moore
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