Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Counter Wise, artist - OG Maco. Date of issue: 16.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Counter Wise |
| This is the moment I dreamed about |
| Mama would wake up and tell me to clean the house |
| Now it’s dinner table reservations |
| Laughing at how they thought we wouldn’t make it |
| Man it was destined and only a matter of time |
| I never hated, I waited in line for the rappers ahead of me |
| Pushing carts at Kroger, sun on my shoulder |
| Had to find a way to make it |
| They way that I wanted and couldn’t let nobody stop it |
| Man it’s like a picture and these haters cropping |
| Niggas wanna talk, I’m not in if it’s not about profit |
| Man I got men who would work in the office |
| And count up the bucks like it’s part of an audit |
| I’m about business and money, it’s no time for haters ‘cause all of ‘em love me |
| I been thinkin' ‘bout it, I been quarterbackin' |
| I been adding numbers, I been adding fractions |
| Dreaming panoramic |
| Yeah, what is attachment? |
| I know that I’m taking a risk for this life that we live |
| All for the riches but daddy would tell me to focus in school and get a degree |
| Get a J-O-B but that ain’t me, I’m on a mission nigga |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| 24 7, all I do is grind |
| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time |
| See the way we living in the grape vines |
| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind |
| twisting in my trigger finger, I can’t wait to hit you like a linebacker |
| Attention bitch, I’m ‘bout to bless you |
| We don’t pray for bitches and everything up there’s a dirty chopper |
| Rifle loaded, missiles stolen nigga |
| Layin', demons pissin', dragon spitting |
| Dragon, she gon' pop it Maco, I just handle business |
| Spraying bitches and lil visits, ‘bout the digits |
| Leave me, I’m as small as temples |
| We vacate, I shoot your condos in December |
| Bought some trees, Sonny Trees prolly took a trip |
| I’m probably mental, Fuji focus, get the picture |
| Yeah yeah, I ain’t even gotta clean the dental |
| I ain’t even gotta chew my food |
| I ain’t even have to see these niggas |
| I ain’t never have to care ‘bout rules |
| the option, change his status |
| Mhm, mhm, yeah yeah |
| Diamonds dancing in the light |
| Mhm, mhm, yeah yeah |
| Lately can’t get at the ice |
| On my own two legs, a nigga bangin' |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| 24 7, all I do is grind |
| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time |
| See the way we living in the grape vines |
| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind |
| Pause, let me take me a breather |
| Man they’re forgetting about me like I’m amnesia |
| I’ma keep moving, my brother, kinda like a seizure |
| I’ve got bars for war, man I bring the ether |
| Ever talk about the Jay-Z Nas beefer |
| You wanna take a break, well take a break |
| And I’ll just fly to Ibiza |
| Find a nice white girl called Edwina |
| And then I sniff her white keys, Alicia |
| Got my ex to think that I need her |
| But I just give her dick then I leave her |
| And that’s real life stories |
| I don’t play Ballamory |
| And when you hit it rich, come back, get the fuckin' birds |
| Get some words |
| Tryna slide in a Lexus, like Alexander Ovechkin |
| Pulled up to the next light flexing |
| Remember when I didn’t have a rental |
| Now I’m at the montage |
| Thinkin' ‘bout getting me a residence |
| Lookin' like the east side’s president |
| While I’m only countin' up the deficit |
| Nigga, how you gon' talk shit? |
| Went from lukewarm piss up to hot shit |
| Must be contemplating ‘cause you not shit |
| From the six dog, know I like to pop shit |
| I hop out, I roll up, I walk in |
| I ain’t with none of the talking |
| They just actors like Christopher Walken |
| True romance, money make the bitch pole dance |
| Told her when she wanna suck my dick |
| Better use both hands |
| Said the same windows |
| Get with the program |
| Cause can’t nobody ride like this, or vibe like this |
| Let me slide right quick |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| 24 7, all I do is grind |
| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time |
| See the way we living in the grape vines |
| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind |
| Throwing money when I’m making money |
| They’re at your feet tryna take it though |
| Forty four with the long barrel |
| Think fast, run and die slow |
| Dream about it when they eyes closed |
| Trapping, flexing all night though |
| Drama with us then we air it out |
| Turn the block into a lights show |
| Fishtailing on the E-way |
| Forty kick like east bay |
| I got niggas that ain’t make it out |
| Tell his mama he ain’t make it out |
| Whippin', pitching ‘til I’m juiced up |
| Niggas beating, wanna choose something |
| I just tell ‘em they should be theyself |
| Mad as hell they can see themselves |
| Piece right on the corner with me |
| Biggie ice just a don to me |
| Treat the hustle like a marathon |
| Who’s putting in the work with me? |
| S praying in the church for me |
| Never should’ve made it out of here |
| Long barrel for a sure shot |
| Money made them problem disappear |
| Niggas be talkin' just like all these bitches |
| I stay in my business, all eyes on them digits |
| Fuck texting a ho, don’t switch on my bro |
| But [?} be a foe ‘fore niggas be fam |
| They fuck you over for money and fame |
| I choose to be player, can’t trip on the game |
| If everybody ain’t real I can’t trip on a lame |
| If a nigga try use he testing the range |
| He touch the concrete |
| Have the nigga like a fish |
| Get the nigga wet from his head to his feet |
| Dumb nigga choosing us over cheese |
| I don’t understand, but that ain’t my problem |
| A nigga can’t be satisfied at the bottom |
| I focus on grinding, come up, get some commas |
| Real my soldier, so sad that you fallen |
| We still makin' moves, tryna get paid |
| Hater talking, give a fuck what you say |
| Pillow talking but won’t come in my face |
| You think this a game, bitch this ain’t arcade |
| Gotta be a boss, can’t live like a slave |
| Sleeping under stairs, remember them days |
| Sleeping in traps, I remember them Ks |
| Lose a ho, look into the sky, cry |
| Now I’m still on the |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime |
| I know I’ma shine |
| 24 7, all I do is grind |
| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time |
| See the way we living in the grape vines |
| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind |
| My clock going counterwise, I know that I’m high |
| I open my eyes, I’m off of the silicide |
| Pool full of liquor, you know I’ma dive |
| Now I’m thirty feet deep |
| I’m swimming around, and I’m looking for freaks |
| Now I hop out the pool, and I run through the streets |
| With the dirtiest cliques |
| Quarterback, throw the ball |
| Oh hit, run it, run it |
| We already know what team I’m on |
| In the kitchen, mind on a nigga’s stomach |
| Mixing up the recipe, it make you vomit |
| And we higher than the stars, they call us comets |
| Niggas worried ‘bout they fuckin' IG comments |
| While we fuckin' fuck it, fuckin' up the commas |
| Yeah, my niggas is hungry |
| They starving like Marvin |
| Damn, and you niggas is talking |
| I’m beggin' your pardon |
| You better keep walking |
| Better take caution |
| Til thou has paid the honorable pardon |