Counting On Ya

[Intro] I mean, what up? I mean [Hook] A lot is countin' on ya Your women sidin' with ya partners, why they plottin' on ya? We might never understand, no one's there to hold your hand Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets Losin' focus Can't depend on them, why do they depend on me? They was all I had, I mean what made 'em go pretend on me? Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin' you don't agree with [Verse 1] Perhaps I'm too quick off the draw from how I deal with altercations From where gangsters only talk cocaine, it ain't no other language Awkward interviews, discussin' my inner views, on life itself Figure me pretentious, evading mischief by writing hymns Labels shown interest, no showers are showin' interest Both old ladies show resentment, resented my show of interest Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin', we always argue It sucks we always arguin', but she started it Pause, believe I grew up on the farm with no understandin' Kevin's stupid, tell him anything, he won't understand it Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won't understand it [Hook] [Verse 2] Stolen cars, open charges, matchin' blunts blowin' each other charges Summer '08 me and Menace in a Daytona Charger Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull up in the front Ain't no VIP, got Nook in front me pockets got the mumps Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung Keep that on the tuck, it go *ck* if you *uh* Got two people livin' in me, one a realest, one a killer Luca Brasi, he a sinner, Kevin tryna be a Christian Seems life is less fulfilling when livin' is unattended Performin' rituals to whichever God that'll listen Had a lot of prayers answered, ain't had to sit in no buildin' Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I'm in the buildin' [Hook]