Counted Out

Lyrics for Counted Out

If you were quick to judge you got it wrong Must have counted out to counted on Never took it short, knew how to long Seen cash, threw darts, big homies was mere children When they was throwing it in the park, for them niggas we thank God Young niggas going harder took it farther No problems, we didn't need college Took all matters without the luxury of dippin We jamin oxtail drink drippin cream soda, Henessey sippin Usually get made today lust for something different Reminiscing on life before the vision Even then I was big boned, his fade extra stoned Time tp (?), he playing the new poems He get you the same old story told Various views on the (?) So growing up, if you asked me, niggas had it like athletes They sending me trash beats Phone ringing, it's a scam, likely Done with wishing niggas would be more like me Blowing on the tree (?), new shit came to life Every man see yourself as a (?) Me too, I'm torn trying to see it through No lounging in our housing Up and out Our fear detector (?) breakfest some in doubt Streaming cable did things for paper, torn up about? But boy an with an Eagle Desert with no evil presence might suffer scout (?) survivors' lives are ruined due to moments With all the friction, there's more convictions, fewer enrollments As youth listen to Bruce, don't just punch, punch through opponents For test me, get especially testy, got true cojones Did a left (?) Need to sense new aromas Never been at ease enough to open up, if you had known us Went from counted out to counted on Counted on At my genesis is how I feel Independence is our deal I stayed wise and cake rise 'cause my pie nil Through nights crazed, made it to this ripe age, with eyes peeled Separately, pen and truth respectively, sword to my shield From the hill, still took years to take the high road Ain't the place for sacred grounds, so made the rounds hollow Don't respect the precious religion, living by my code For my neglect of men that met their end, I do a fly ode If the bonds ain't with open arms, accept the exile With all these skills in music, never rep with no reptile I suppose as I get old, there's more bite, less growl Gripe less about your cats' success, and express how If you were quick to judge, you got it wrong Went from counted out to counted on I never took it short, knew how to long I never took it short, knew how to long