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Count up the digits Round up the figures God on my side yeah you know that I'm gifted Watch how I shift it Step above ops they don't know where I'm at Search and destroy on my back Max came through with the slaps Weight on my back Nah I ain't worried bout that Foot to the floor cut no slack Stoop to your level how could I When I might be the next Jedi Tired as fuck oh I can't lie Stick wit my people oh yeah I Rely on god and my rellies Won't listen ain't shit you could tell me I'm ready for fetty more guala Less drama for my momma she ready Ain't worried bout Prada I gotta go get it Still fucking up but I'm learning my lessons My momma say pray don't be blocking yo blessings Always stay laced Tre taught me that lesson Get hard to keep going on God I be stressing Still hit your line when I'm needing a reference Still might slide through cause you know you my preference Go to sleep late yeah I'll be here for breakfast Rubbing my back cause she know I be stressing Ask me what's wrong I can't answer that question Count up the digits Round up the figures God on my side yeah you know that I'm gifted Watch how I shift it Step above ops they don't know where I'm at Search and destroy on my back Max came through with the slaps Weight on my back Nah I ain't worried bout that Foot to the floor cut no slack Wax on wax off Round the corner right there posted where my momma at ADN hat to the back Need lil mama to see me right where I'm at You just start where we finished at Niggas run bout a thousand laps Til they realize that they simply gone finish last Big ups to all of my niggas we came out the mud like grass Now we on they ass like we Fisher Price If she top me off it'd be a better night I'm a pretty nigga she say she love my smile and my style Wanting me to get her right Put her on this life This shit come with a price Know the sacrifice we go in every night We working back to back like Lakers in 09' This is just the start ain't nowhere near my prime Told my momma this shit gone get better with time Count up the digits Round up the figures God on my side yeah you know that I'm gifted Watch how I shift it Step above ops they don't know where I'm at Search and destroy on my back Max came through with the slaps Weight on my back Nah I ain't worried bout that Foot to the floor cut no slack Stoop to your level how could I? When I might be the next Jedi
Writer(s): Jeremiah Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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