There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
I got enough weed fa sho
So I just be Rollin a pound
I got enough fam I know
Don't keep too many around
I need more Jacksons Benji franks
I did Shit for ppl never told me thanks
See the kid n they said that I been stylin sheesh
Jungle boy you know I came from the island sheesh
Since a young I was taught how to hold the heat
Never hesitate I meditate n hold the peace
Sheesh
I'm wit mo it's gettin serious
Fearin us I can't take no more I'm too Delirious
Keep my life private Shawty think that I'm mysterious
Rappers cappers fakers haters all that inferiors
Its Egregious thinkin they can eat wit us
Shit about me u can't find that Shit on wikipedia
End up on a headline story of the media
Cocky Motherf*cker I agree wit ya
There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
No debate
I'm with Chase
That's the Great
N we race to the bank
Puttin franklins in the safe
Careful when u say my name
Cuz I'm Rollin with the gang
N I'm holding down the team
All black with the clothes
Fall back slow yo roll
Car packed with the bros
Spilled the yak on the flow
Got the back with the dro
Contact got em slow
Club packed Uso let me thru the back for the show
Hol Up
No time or the Luxury
I ain't with the f*ckery
Slidin with a buck on me
Sight em line em up for me
Do not try to luck wit me
My guys put they trust in me
Circle like a huddle man we
Workin we be hussling
There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
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There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
I got enough weed fa sho
So I just be Rollin a pound
I got enough fam I know
Don't keep too many around
I need more Jacksons Benji franks
I did Shit for ppl never told me thanks
See the kid n they said that I been stylin sheesh
Jungle boy you know I came from the island sheesh
Since a young I was taught how to hold the heat
Never hesitate I meditate n hold the peace
Sheesh
I'm wit mo it's gettin serious
Fearin us I can't take no more I'm too Delirious
Keep my life private Shawty think that I'm mysterious
Rappers cappers fakers haters all that inferiors
Its Egregious thinkin they can eat wit us
Shit about me u can't find that Shit on wikipedia
End up on a headline story of the media
Cocky Motherf*cker I agree wit ya
There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
No debate
I'm with Chase
That's the Great
N we race to the bank
Puttin franklins in the safe
Careful when u say my name
Cuz I'm Rollin with the gang
N I'm holding down the team
All black with the clothes
Fall back slow yo roll
Car packed with the bros
Spilled the yak on the flow
Got the back with the dro
Contact got em slow
Club packed Uso let me thru the back for the show
Hol Up
No time or the Luxury
I ain't with the f*ckery
Slidin with a buck on me
Sight em line em up for me
Do not try to luck wit me
My guys put they trust in me
Circle like a huddle man we
Workin we be hussling
There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
I got enough weed fa sho
So I just be Rollin a pound
I got enough fam I know
Don't keep too many around
I need more Jacksons Benji franks
I did Shit for ppl never told me thanks
See the kid n they said that I been stylin sheesh
Jungle boy you know I came from the island sheesh
Since a young I was taught how to hold the heat
Never hesitate I meditate n hold the peace
Sheesh
I'm wit mo it's gettin serious
Fearin us I can't take no more I'm too Delirious
Keep my life private Shawty think that I'm mysterious
Rappers cappers fakers haters all that inferiors
Its Egregious thinkin they can eat wit us
Shit about me u can't find that Shit on wikipedia
End up on a headline story of the media
Cocky Motherf*cker I agree wit ya
There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
No debate
I'm with Chase
That's the Great
N we race to the bank
Puttin franklins in the safe
Careful when u say my name
Cuz I'm Rollin with the gang
N I'm holding down the team
All black with the clothes
Fall back slow yo roll
Car packed with the bros
Spilled the yak on the flow
Got the back with the dro
Contact got em slow
Club packed Uso let me thru the back for the show
Hol Up
No time or the Luxury
I ain't with the f*ckery
Slidin with a buck on me
Sight em line em up for me
Do not try to luck wit me
My guys put they trust in me
Circle like a huddle man we
Workin we be hussling
There's not enough hands to count
How many times they counted me out
There's not enough time for these clowns
To go around runnin they mouth
There's not enough space for fakes
I only keep family around
There's not enough trust to wait
N hope they be holdin me down
Writer: Nathan Castro
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