Counting Until It Hurts

Tryna be counting until it hurts tho

Hash tag we keeping the money first flow

You work slow then you last as far as firsts go

Ivy league street raps I sorta birthed those

Never stepped foot on a step without my steps

Being in some sneakers that made you need to rewind yep

I was 18 in the dorms, getting pictures drawn

By the art majors of chains that I was spending on

Week later had that chain, went and hit the halls

Put it on your wiz while I tagged, I would christen broads

The perils of being young

Stair case wit a stripper I let her be who she want

Rewind to how I grew up, fast forward my new up

Caught in between corner dreams and hallelujahs

Waking up wit visions of credit card schemes

And then buying art with 'em off whoever lost these

The irony thats in that, where obviously I'm backed

By some guys that don't get it but got me if shit is packed

Shit changed, shit didn't

Show money on denim

The upscale vandals, the jeans they been Visvim

We was bound to be around what we around

So we roped off the circle from squares to keep 'em out

Spilling Spade on cool Greys

To your broad I'm Nas, to moms I'm Cool J

To your squad I'm the God, a product of two a days

And the closest to Shawn since the moment you knew Jay

At least that's what they put in their tweets

As well as the voices in front when I look up street

Said if we treat the last like it's the first

Only problem that we'll have is counting until it hurts

I mean, said if we treat the last like it's the first, only problem that we'll have is counting until it hurts