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Count It
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Трек «Count It» вышел в 25 июля 2024 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «FewFriends, LLC»)Few Years Later
АльбомFew Years Later
25 июля 2024 г.
ЛейблFewFriends, LLC
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Verse 1:
Hiding my aces, forcing my hand.
Look at they faces, phony as feds.
Losing my patience, losing my head.
I write for closure, off of my chest.
Copped me some rounds, I bought me a vest.
Sirens they loud, load up the techs.
Silence the sounds, I need to rest.
Alhamdulilah, I know that I’m blessed, yes.
Brown men taking black spaces.
Law makers wearing blackfaces.
Tear gas and a bat, maces.
Rubber bullets leavin’ cracked faces.
I see the ops, held up the Bible. Just like the cops held up the rifle. Hold up the 9, take out your vitals. Choke from behind, a knee on your spinal.
Now they know that we can’t take it.
Black square was the plan basic.
Freedom fighters on the gram faking.
I ain’t fucking with the ham, bacon.
Pandemic no hand shakin’.
Anthemic with the jam making.
CNN with the sensation.
Military with the invasion.
I know I know we I know. Dark times they come and go.
We long for brighter days. We writin’ for our soul.
I know I know I know.
We got nowhere to go.
That’s why we take a stand, we fighting for our home.
Hook:
I know that we just tryna make it outchea.
Hard when hardly anybody ever bout shit.
Got my head floating where the clouds is.
I’m jus tryna make my pops and mama proud yeah.
Verse 2:
I been in a race, tryna keep pace.
Blades on my feet, cuttin’ to the chase.
Bitter is the taste, stomach what it takes.
The homie had the stick like Russians with the K.
Uh, yippi ki-yay mofucker.
The zombies coming any day I wonder.
Steal my light, can’t take my thunder.
Family first, won’t trade my brothers.
Scum in the fam ain’t fam to me.
Cuz All your relatives ain’t family.
And if I see this dead beat getting hands from me.
Got me sleepin with a nine it’s insanity.
I be sleeping with my dime, for my sanity.
I be praying to the sky for humanity.
Got my heavy under water like a manatee.
And so the trees get me high like a canopy.
Protect ya neck, I protect my nephew.
They playin checkers Ima show ‘em chess moves.
I know I’m blessed I know God gon’ test.
And these frauds won’t rest until your flaws will get to you.
Damn, everybody canceled.
Lost for the bread crumbs, Gretal and Hansel.
I ain’t got the questions, sway ain’t got the answers.
Turn in my thesis, turning my tassel.
Rap is a hassle, made me an asshole.
Game full of crooks killin’ kings in a castle.
Bling in the bag go. Heavy as an anvil.
Things outa reach for the kids in the bando.
I don’t like flexing i know this is a blessing.
Plus I ain’t really made it till they singing my jams though.
I ain’t really made it til I’m played at a function.
I ain’t really made it til I’m building masjid.
Hook:
I know that we just tryna make it outchea.
Hard when hardly anybody ever ‘bout shit.
Got my head floating where the clouds is.
I’m jus tryna make my pops and mama proud yeah.
Written by: Haseeb Patail
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