Count on My Love

[Verse]

Yo

I don't need drama class, I got the block for that

Plus I know how to act, he split the pile with the knife from his back

Word to me, bro, I thank you for that

Hundred racks, no tax'll make me tilt my hat

Need all sixteen switches just to lower my nutsack

Don't cry my nigga, just bust back

I hit your PayPal through the rough patch

You drunk, then lay the drum track

Frontal got my lungs black, but still, if niggas pass, I gotta touch that

Spliff hot as the sun, just look at what I've become

Strong arms, hell, this Uzi weighs a fucking ton

And still, it ain't as heavy as my conscience son

I'm in Beverly writing hustler poems, the hustler's poem

Day and a half, I blew a zone on my own

I ain't even pay the bill on my phone

I'm an asshole, depend on who you ask though

My only motivation is the cash bro

I told God if it's real, show a nigga one sign

I looked up and seen the California sunshine

I lit my roach, sip some leftover plum wine

'Cause bossing up is in my bloodline

One time is usually what you get

Then it's dead or death, come correct

It's what you willing to accept

Its no friends, just a bang before the darkness

Let's talk about catharsis

I know that I'll be good regardless

Because again, in the end, I'm your man tough

Long walks down the ave, big snorkel zipped up

Its them against us, I'm writing until the casket shut

Lord knows that I ain't had enough