Rambo Tone - Most Counted Out (feat. Tim Hop, Scotty Trippin' & Mañana Guapo) Lyrics

Yo it's Tim Hop on the check in
Got my man Mañana in the booth, Scotty Trippin, Rambo Tone, Most Counted Out
It's more than a movement, its a family, its a culture, 2037 shit
I now present to you Most Counted Out

Rambo
My blunt is sparked cruising Central Ave in the dark
Thinking about the past things that I would restart
Memories in my head just racing, memories in my head shit will I make it, it won't matter if I'm dead
My children watching as I lay to rest, build a legacy with my bread
Could be on my last leg I won't give up or fold
Could never beg shit I'll just get up and go
Could be a mess and not give up the gold
But first place I'm staring not even ranked, shooting milestones down get the Ratchet and the Clank
Nah I can't be nervous, I do this with a purpose
Icy like I'm George Gervin earn my stripes and do my service
Shit who's that it's me Rambo, Scotty with the handles
Mañana lit like a candle, MoonMan knockin samples
It's Most Counted Out or get trampled
Bitch

I always wondered when I'd see them lights (A ghost)
Why are my thoughts all on the evil side (They are)
I'm in the trenches where my demons died (Ha)
1, 4 but first you meet the 9
I'm past pavements, lost my thoughts on the road to greatness
Was past hatred, burdens lifted my body wasted
Those sad faces when they seeing you win, knowing they count a nigga out just put the fire in him
Savage out they shout my name when my music blasting
And while these other niggas aim at the losing basket, I'm winning
We made a killing off of early sinning
Not knowing if we'd make it home cause not a day is given
Talkin trophies, that's what we talking about
Know you heard about us, niggas always running they mouth
And don't think just because we keeping it low
We won't snatch that seat back from the one on the throne

Yeah it's Mañana man, don't forget the Guapo it's most f*cking counted out man, keep sleeping
Look uh
There's a difference between talking and doing it, started with a pen and a pad
With ambitions of making the legacy last, running for number 1 while on the road to chasing this cash
I'm Most Counted Out
My city's biggest secret I'm glad that they found it out
They see you being different and they love to talk aloud
But when they see you in person they tell you they proud
But really they really you were lost in the crowd
Without a voice or a choice or a chance to rejoice
Rather see you miss again like Detroit
But they tired like the Michelin, tell em watch what they steppin in
I'm on my shit again born to stand out so the box they put me in
I can never fit up in, My pops said I was born to be different I just had to pay attention
Learn some lessons and I'll be right where I'm destined
Yeah and I'll be right where I'm destined motherf*ckers
Yeah man
We here man
Most Counted Out, Tim Hop on the beat, Rambo with the tones
Scotty got em trippin and it's Mañana
Peace