Count on Me (feat. Neno Calvin)

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WeedJunky

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My mind on some other shit
I can't hang around with you undercover fags
About to drop another hit
I ain't trying to talk
Put the money in the bag
They ain't got their own name in the streets so they just be running to they dad
Bitch shitted on me
Right in front my face
Said if I get some money she’ll be glad
I was last place
I wasn't mad
I spent every Sunday in the lab
Couldn't double it up so I touched my stash
Now a nigga down to just a half
I'm the head honcho the chief of staff
A real Soulja I know you see the rag
They kept me out the loop then watched me collapsed
Now they holler like yo when can we collab
Nigga ion want link
I'm good I'm straight
Remember when shit wasn't good my way
A lot of shit got out of hand
But I stood in my place
I was fucking with Blake
just pouring up drank
That's my ace
Always had faith
Told me I could
When they said I can't
And a couple of more real niggas that I can't forget about on my way to the bank
Like look me in my eyes
And tell me what you see
These niggas think they G and barely know they ABC’s
Taking risk cause I ain't trying to be a statistic taking pleas
I put money over everything except my family
MLK I had a dream before this shit start happening
So many of them said they had my back I ain't know who was stabbing me
Yeah your name used to hold weight, but you been burning calories
It's to the point when the rappers speak all I hear is your majesty
But
I see dollars
The legal kind cause the cops be watching
Nigga bout to flip like a channel guide
Don't stand to close like a 5G Tower
When I drop these niggas be choppa hot
Better stand your ass by a fire hydrant
I was riding with some f*ck boys soon as they hopped out I went tire shopping
Don't know why they acting like they bout it bout it
I'm above the top look like the sky is dropping
When they bust my bubble i just got it popping
If I say it's f*ck you double O behind me
You just talk about it
You ain't got a body
When I took off it ain't take no rocket science
Ima here for a long time
Gon be a long time before I think about reclining
Yeah Yeah
I don't know these niggas
And it's gon stay like that
You f*ck with my bread
You f*ck with my emotions
Name a nigga in the hood that play like that
Thought about dumbing my music down, but I got too much to say when I rap
Now all I see is hills when I'm sliding, but I still don't feel too safe without straps
I just shot up and shocked them all like tribal trust land
The Bible ain't wassup
This rifle pointed at you scum bags
I know Dice gon run it up
When he say swipes he don't mean a bus pass
You know that title ain't enough that's what I'm trying to tell y'all dumb ass
I been working all night
Don't know shit bout a small price
Just keep walking off if you happen to see me and my dawgs fight
Y'all all alike
Greener than that shit y'all drop in y'all sprite
I'm different
They ain't want listen
Now they can't see a nigga with God sight
Like look me in my eyes
And tell me what you see
These niggas think they G and barely know they ABC’s
I say look me in my eyes
And tell me what you see
My bro nem can count on me cause I’m the 1 2 and 3
Boy you on some other shit
Niggas running round with these undercover punks
I got like four hoes that I really love and they all get along
I got like three kids
Three baby mamas and they all give me problems
My youngins gang bang
When they turn twelve Ima get they ass a choppa
I got this pretty bitch that I really like
But I won’t give her a dollar
Yeah I pop Percocet
And pop Xanax when I’m fucking on thotties
I see the money bring me issues, but these hoes bring problems
I can’t fall victim to the streets
I’m out here ducking indictments
Yeah
Ducking indictments I done went up on my price
We fucking and fighting
This project hoe fucaked up my life
You killing my vibe
Pop these percs I need to take five
Stop wasting my time I’m feeling your vibe and I know you feel mine
Boy you on some other shit nigga walking around with a chip on their shoulder
It's me and Weedjunky yeah we walking round like a two-headed cobra
I got three hundred pounds in the spot I used to put two on the dope
Ran through a hundred hoes in a week
Just me Cujo, and four
I'm in that Acura or that Range Rover
I don't do no notes
This bitch I'm with she snort that shit, but I don't do no coke
1942 shots high
Let me propose a toast
I'm always in a good mood because my rollie froze
I beat the case
Let's celebrate
Roll up a Do-Si-Dos
Got 60,000 in Pay Pal I let it overflow
One thing that I hate is a rat nigga
And a nosey hoe
I bat bitches and smack niggas if they talk to sporty
Calvin

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