THE COUNT OFF

Yea
Man, I'm about to drop an album (Yea yea)
Don't worry about these niggas or the outcome
Yea
Hanging with my dogs, we all alphas but
We never decipher how we move, in the tombs with the goons
Fucking with these niggas is an outro
Yea
Tryna make 50 thousand
Now that's the count off (Count off)
Yea yea
Don't worry about the out teach
Moving OT with the south piece
Crazy how these niggas in the city tryna doubt me
Yea
Why these niggas tryna doubt me
With the blues on
Got the 9 mili, blicking but the rug calm
Put the suit on
Yea

And still my niggas yea
(Yea yea yea yea)
And still my niggas yea
(And still my niggas go, and still my niggas go)
And still my niggas yea
(And still my niggas go)
And still my niggas yea

Ayo
Yo
Noah's Ark with the flow
Shooting my game with a bow
You niggas is soft with no pole
Hoes with no aims and no goals
Post on the gram with no flows
I take ya chain with no pole
He said he was bout it but froze
Leave you with tags on ya toes
Uh
The game is a mess
But I'm here for cleaning
I had to fight all my life, I was dancing with demons
Couldn't see it back then
See they words was facetious
I took my whole pie and flipped it
Couldn't settle for pieces
Outstanding how we far we came
From cutting classes, wearing glasses, couldn't see
Cuz I had no frames to maintain the state of calm as a weapon
Dog sent me the beat so you know I had to bless it, uh
No sweating I check mics, no mic checking
The legend or king, either or is my preference
My team the truth, and you can see what I'm repping
Mastered this game, and you can see there ain't no half stepping

Yea yea
Yo yea yea
For my niggas yea yea
Yea
Yo yo
This for my niggas
Da da da da da da
Yea
For my niggas
Just for my niggas, yea woah
(Da da da da da da)
For my niggas yea
For my niggas
For my niggas
Yea yea this for my niggas

(Ayo where JP at though?)

Pop the wheelie bin with the skis over Washington park
Next to the bums smoking woolies and darts I do donuts pass the unmarks
By the banks, run game till it's dark
Spot the narcs on both sides, they parked
I'm finna spark
You seem nervous with them sirens on
Don't even start
I tell you something then it came from the heart
You ride with me and I'm holding down ya 6
Tell my opps go fish or get flicked
I'm at ya neck like old man crick
Ya shorty bugging for this grown man dick
Ain't no hustle when the game you sport is Not on ya own shit
So challenge me, balance is key
Homie, I walk with a beam
Keep all safe, deep talks with the team
It don't rattle me
Half the neighborhood wanna battle me
I'm valid b
Stay in the dark horse with the cavalry
Me and the pen, it's armed battery
I hunt bigger game at long range
We not the same caliber
Uh, what's really happening
(Stupid)

(And still my niggas go)
Yea