| Who could keep count?
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| Who could keep count?
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| Who could keep count?
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| Who could keep count?
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| I don’t compete with no niggas, I’m in my own lane
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| Fuck fame, I’d rather be rich with no name
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| I climbed into this rap from out the dope game
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| You took your money from rap and bought a whole thang
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| You niggas baggers
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| Rappers tryna prove that they trappers
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| Still sellin' O’s while we way up on the ladder
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| Down fuckin' up my bladder, I don’t listen to chatter
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| I listen to money counters, pushin' it to go faster
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| Been accepted the fact that niggas talk behind my back
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| But I respect that, 'cause they know face to face they gettin' smacked
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| Shit, I don’t give a fuck about these niggas' existance
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| So you know I don’t give a fuck about they opinion
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| You lil' niggas minions, I’m a big dawg
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| They prayed on my pitfall, I know them niggas pissed off
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| Had to stay away from these phony ass niggas and stay strapped
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| Yes I ran through them yams, I got rocky ASAP (Nigga)
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| I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)
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| Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count)
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| Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone)
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| A couple chains on, but who could keep count? |
| (Add it up)
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| Who could keep count? |
| (How many coupes I done cruised)
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| Man, who could keep count? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Who could keep count? |
| (How many bags I done moved)
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| Man, who could keep count?
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| I used to sell ten rocks to get a hundred bucks
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| Now the kid a nigga rock cost a hundred plus
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| They want to put it to a stop when you comin' up
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| But fuck that, go harder, make sure you fuck 'em up
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| I’m a Doughboy Cashout rich nigga (Doughboy)
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| Ex-drug dealer, laughin' in a chinchilla (Hah)
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| You tryna get what I got, I’m tryna get richer (Yup)
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| 'Cause believe it or not, this ain’t shit, nigga
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| I probably bought it with crumbs, we been ballin' on bums
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| Cop a whip just for fun to push it all through the slums
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| I see you hatin' and frontin', we money makin' and stuffin'
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| Shoeboxes one hundred, been doin' this since a youngin'
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| I put ice over the wrist, money over a bitch
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| Used to catch busses, now it’s Rovers and shit
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| Buyin' chains off of overs from flips, that’s what we been doin'
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| Bitches been chosin', keep count, these niggas been losin'
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| I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)
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| Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count)
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| Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone)
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| A couple chains on, but who could keep count? |
| (Add it up)
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| Who could keep count? |
| (Every win, every loss)
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| Man, who could keep count? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Who could keep count? |
| (How many Rollies I done bought)
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| Man, who could keep count? |
| (Who?)
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| Doughboyz Cashout
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| We still doin' this shit
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| Gon' keep doin' this shit
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| Ain’t shit stoppin'
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| Whips still droppin'
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| Heavy ice rockin'
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| Yeah, long live Roc
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| You know, mob shit |