[Intro: Chuck Strangers]
If you were quick to judge you got it wrong
Went from counted out to counted on
Counted out to counted on
Never took it for sure, knew I belong
[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
Seen cash, threw darts, big homies was mere children
When they was doin' it in the park, for them niggas we thank God
Young niggas goin' hard, took it farther
No problems, we ain't need college
Took all matters without the luxury of dippin'
We jammin', oxtail, drippin' cream soda, Hennessy sipping
Usually [?] made today, we lust for something different
Reminiscing on life beforе the vision
Even then I was big bonеd, his fade extra stoned
Time awarded, he wrote, he playin' the new poems
He give you the same old story told
Various views of the totem pole
It's going up, if you asked me, niggas had it like athletes
They sending me trash beats
Phone ringing, it's a scam, likely
Done with wishing niggas would be more like me
Blowing on the Tree of Might, new shit came lightly
Every man see yourself as a [?]
Me too, I'm torn trying to see it through
[Verse 2: Ka]
No lounging in our housing
Up and out
Our fear detects when the [?] breakfast, and supper, doubt
Streaming cable did things for paper, and torn up about
But boy [?] desert with no eagle present, might suffer, scout
Grew [?] survivors' lives are ruined due to moments
With all the friction, there's more convictions, few enrollments
As youth listen to Bruce, don't just punch, punch through opponents
For test me, get especially testy, got true cojones
Did a left [?]
Need to sense new aromas
Never been at ease enough to open up, if you had known us
[Chorus: Chuck Strangers]
Went from counted out to counted on
Counted on
[Verse 3: Ka]
At my genesis is how I feel
Independence is our deal
I stayed wise and cake rise
'Cause my pie nil
Through nights crazed, made it to this ripe age, with eyes peeled
Separately, pen and truth respectively, sword to my shield
From the hill, still took years to take the high road
Ain't the place for sacred grounds, so made the rounds hollow
Don't respect the precious religion, living by my code
For my neglect of men that met their end, I do a fly ode
If the bonds ain't with open arms, accept the exile
With all these skills in music, never rep with no reptile
I suppose as I get old, there's more bite, less growl
Gripe less about your cats' success, and express how
[Outro: Chuck Strangers]
If you were quick to judge, you got it wrong
Went from counted out to counted on
Never took it for sure, knew I belong
Never took it for sure, knew I belong
Think a [?] gon' make you strong?
Strength is [?]
Well, who say so, who said that?
I think I got enough strength right here, I think I can [?]
Well, damn [?], they gon' come and take you out your house? You are [?]
So [?] out your house?
Yep, mhm, take the kids away, they could do some funny shit, [?]
Well, you gotta be prepared for it
Yeah, [?]