Count me out

If you ain’t talking digits you can count me out

Post-traumatic stress got me acting out

What you about

Pedal to the metal got me blacking out

So I tell ‘em pay me for my niggas come and pack you out

Homie I’ve been rapping hard ever since I was a lackey, now the boy doing apeshit, what you know about me,

Niggas hate that they can’t have my plate , if you want attention you gon have to pay me for it

All you niggas boring and I ain’t saying sorry for the shit I’m bout to cause yeah you should’ve seen me coming .

never with the gimmicks It’s authentic when I speak I could put it on my kin if I said it on a beat

I see rappers tryna peep , the blueprint , of course you want a piece of me

I got a chip on my shoulder, this ain’t over til your necks in a noose