[Verse 1]

Ayy

My account like them jerseys in Boston

Crawled my way outta ghetto apartments

Usually rap about struggles and facin' them L's

But lately, ain't takin' that often

Know some niggas that struggle for public opinion

And bitch, is that shit gonna cost ya

How it feel to go broke on that road you paved

While knowin' you ain't never walk it?

Overpay me like I'm Chandler Parsons

Blessings as long as that Creek got 'em Dawsons

I can't complain about troubles, I solved 'em

Circle got smaller and smaller and smaller 'til I hit the target

The money and fame is cool

But happiness is when you made it, my nigga

Cut chiefs with my people, I'm gradеd, my nigga

I love you again, no debatin', my nigga

The bеst shit that done dropped, brother

I'm ahead of the flock, brother

Let a rapper come try me

It's shovels and dirts, I'm diggin' the plots, brother

Decorated before turnin' the tables

Heavy steppin', you can tell by the nasals

Heard all the whistles like, "He been losin' money"

Indie, please, please, don't believe fables

Feel like I seen it and done it all

I hit a lick with the shit, got to runnin' off

I know some women that laid on the table

And asked the doctor, please, to come take the stomach off

A couple years later, they tuckin' again

Afraid of they natural and fearin' it

Too much value in frivolous appearances

Please take note of your blessings and live in it

[Chorus]

Count it up, count it up

Count it up, count it up

Count it up

[Verse 2]

Niggas usin' raps to glorify drugs and guns

I talk to my people and I put they story in minds

Lemme guess, you got big steppin' with Dot on the drake

I guess it's "euphoria" time (Oh, brother)

Lemme guess, you got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches On bitches on bitches, you hit and dismiss 'em

A Rollie and Wraith, may God be your witness and—

(Stop the cap, brother)

I swear, I be hatin' y'all

Like my cousin that ain't really, really my cousin

(I can't relate to y'all)

Like a lil' nigga with some hoop dreams

Couldn't wait to ball

Had to stumble and trip 'til I gathered my steps

Write verses 'bout what I been livin' in currently

When I get paid, it's reality checks

I been dreamin', I ain't seen reality, yet

I'm the truth, I ain't fold a fallacy, yet

I might pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, jump out and blowin'

Ain't nothin' but smoke and the casualty left

Crazy ass nigga, I ain't got it all

I'm surprised they ain't strapped up and padded me yet

I been losin' all my loved ones in threes

I'm prayin' to God they don't gather me next

[Bridge]

(When we leave this world, it goes on)

(So while I'm here, give my love to you)

('Cause in this world, they move on)

Here 'til the end, can't say it enough

But thank you, I love you again

[Chorus]

Count it up, count it up

Yeah

[Outro]

This really for every nigga that done supported a nigga

Got a nigga through the doubts and the hard times n' shit

Like, I really, I done said it a lot but I'll, I'll never stop sayin' it to the end of this shit

Wish I could name every nigga name by name

But I'd be here for fuckin' three hours doin' this shit

But I love the fuck outta y'all, for real

Count it up