Countin Me Out
Fre$h Prxnce
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There was a man who had two sons The younger one said to his father Father, give me my share of the estate So he divided his property between them Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living I don't whip in foreigns I don't want exotics I don't wanna get it Cuz you talk about it I dropped outta college Don't mean don't got knowledge Don't take me for weakness Cuz I don't break silence Know how to get it Just know that I'm bout it Can't call you my bro If I know you ain't solid Flipping these bands Till can't sit on my wallet Gotta go get it I know that they doubt it Huh Huh Huh Yeah I got too many sins I got too many flaws Talk like a pimp And move like a boss Think you can fly Till you really get tossed Big body Till you get hit like lacrosse Battling demons I picked up my cross Forgive me Lord Jesus Can't take no more loss So let me remind them Now who got the sauce Two by two Four by four Six by six I'm drippin' in sauce Counting my blessings They thought was a drought Gossiping hoes With my dick in their mouth Most of these suckas Don't rap what they bout I handle my business So please watch ya mouth East to the West From the north to the south Can't bang with these suckas They counting me out Huh yeah Counting me out I know my faith So I know I can't lose Back on my bully Keep busting these moves Jocking my style But can't walk in my shoes Trynna flex up on me Watch me flex on ya crew Think she running the game Till she singing the blues Girl you know what you did Why you acting confused I'll never get jealous Not easily bruised No not a crip But I know what you see in me Won't be catching me slipping Like PND I wear my heart on my sleeve Ain't no fear in me I speak my truth I don't care if you hearing me Fighting some battles So please do not mention me In any discussion That deals with my enemies Tired of these nxghas That fxck up the bread Put that bxtch on a platter Now off with his head I can not fxck with this nxgha again Act like my brotha was never my kin Nxghas switch up When the money come in You nxghas is grimey I see how it is Now I gotta contemplate sinning for sin But I prayed for forgiveness For seeking revenge Cuz you think I'm not bout it Well re-think it again Pussy ass nxgha (Hook) I don't whip in foreigns I don't want exotics I don't wanna get it Cuz you talk about it I dropped outta college Don't mean don't got knowledge Don't take me for weakness Cuz I don't break silence I know how to get it Just know that I'm bout it Can't call you my bro If I know you ain't solid Flipping these bands Till can't sit on my wallet Gotta go get it I know that they doubt it
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