James Biko, Indiana Rome - Count It Out Lyrics

Yea
Biko what's up

Stay black and I drink a lotta water
This is the sound of forks scrapin' in the carter
Uh
Sacrificial lamb seasoned right
Blessed oil in the pan
Nigga you don't want beef
It can get hot in the kitchen
Nigga shoot a fabulous five like they from Michigan
Change in the booth
Now I'm fly droppin' shit like a pigeon
Who give a damn what a hater think
Married to the money
She put stones in my weddin' ring
Listen to the bars
Dopamine and amphetamine
No rappin' til whitey pay me
Aint no settling
Got work on the metro link
That's a money train
Niggas rap a lotta nothing like pootie tang
If you got the money here's the work
Fair exchange
Put it in ya earbuds
Inject it in your brain
Mama, there goes that man
Knockin' down your baby mama again
She tried to tell you that we were just friends
Then she came back with her partners and friends
Uh
Girls just want to have fun
With the dope boys sellin' Cindy lauper
Rome still boughetto like choppers and operas
Still use the cheat code I bring in the
Contra
Uh
Play that one beat by Biko
Got a couple blunts, double cup and some freak hoes
Leave the game stitched
Ride the wave like I'm Lilo
Nigga can't read music but I can C notes
Counting is my jam
We can have a battle of the bands
Count it out
I know you haters is waitin' to see me counted out
Know you haters is prayin' to see us counted out

Nah
Dealers