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I can't count all the times they counted me out
Count all the times they doubted me out
They watch what I do, tryna figure me out
I don't understand how they feeling me now
Enemies wanna be friends with me now (Now)
Tell me how you gon' get rid of me now (Now)
Imma stand tall ain't no sittin' me down
Like, they gotta live with me now (Like)
Die for a chain? No I won't go (Won't go)
I can't put all my faith up in no ho (No ho)
She gon' eat me up right out my Polo's (Polo's)
Then she bounce on that dick like a pogo (Pogo)
In my phone, I be scrollin' through photos (Uh)
I look back and I laugh at my bro post (Uh)
All the ones that I needed was no shows (Uh)
Count all the times they doubted me out
They watch what I do, tryna figure me out
I don't understand how they feeling me now
Enemies wanna be friends with me now (Now)
Tell me how you gon' get rid of me now (Now)
Imma stand tall ain't no sittin' me down
Like, they gotta live with me now (Like)
Die for a chain? No I won't go (Won't go)
I can't put all my faith up in no ho (No ho)
She gon' eat me up right out my Polo's (Polo's)
Then she bounce on that dick like a pogo (Pogo)
In my phone, I be scrollin' through photos (Uh)
I look back and I laugh at my bro post (Uh)
All the ones that I needed was no shows (Uh)
So they know they can't pop out to no shows
Fuck an arm and a leg, we be flexin' (Flex)
In designer, my niggas be steppin' (Steppin')
Throw up the A 'cause they know what I'm reppin'
Opps in the spot, better show 'em the exit
And I'll still send a shot with my brethren
And still pray to the Lord and the reverend
Went to jail and I ain't learn my lesson
Thought she was solid, thought she was my best friend
I had went through her phone and her messages
Who is this? Who the fuck is you textin' bitch?
I was never the type to go stress a bitch
Now I feel like I gotta go stretch a bitch
When the times get hard I know rain gon' come
When I'm on that time I know gang goin' dumb
They ain't fuck with me then, I can't hang with them
Fuck an arm and a leg, we be flexin' (Flex)
In designer, my niggas be steppin' (Steppin')
Throw up the A 'cause they know what I'm reppin'
Opps in the spot, better show 'em the exit
And I'll still send a shot with my brethren
And still pray to the Lord and the reverend
Went to jail and I ain't learn my lesson
Thought she was solid, thought she was my best friend
I had went through her phone and her messages
Who is this? Who the fuck is you textin' bitch?
I was never the type to go stress a bitch
Now I feel like I gotta go stretch a bitch
When the times get hard I know rain gon' come
When I'm on that time I know gang goin' dumb
They ain't fuck with me then, I can't hang with them
I can't show 'em my hand but I play my thumb
I can't count all the times they counted me out
Count all the times they doubted me out
They watch what I do, tryna figure me out
I don't understand how they feeling me now
Enemies wanna be friends with me now (Now-ow-ow)
Tell me how you gon' get rid of me now (Now-ow-ow)
Imma stand tall ain't no sittin' me down (Down-ow-ow)
Like, they gotta live with me now
I can't count all the times they counted me out
Count all the times they doubted me out
They watch what I do, tryna figure me out
I don't understand how they feeling me now
Enemies wanna be friends with me now (Now-ow-ow)
Tell me how you gon' get rid of me now (Now-ow-ow)
Imma stand tall ain't no sittin' me down (Down-ow-ow)
Like, they gotta live with me now
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