Counting on Ya Songtext
von Kevin Gates
Counting on Ya Songtext
I mean, wad up?
I mean-
A lot is countin′ on you
Your women sidin' with your partners, why they plottin′ on you? (Huh!)
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
Perhaps I′m too quick off the draw from how I deal with altercations (yeah)
From where gangsters only talk cocaine, it ain't no other language (I get it)
Awkward interviews, discussin' my inner views, on life itself
Figure me pretentious, evadin′ mischief by writin′ hymns
Labels shown interest, no showers are showin' interest (I did it)
Both old ladies show resentment, resented my show of interest (fuck it!)
Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment (you already know)
Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin′, we always argue (it get him high)
It sucks we always arguin', but she started it (yeah)
Pause, believe I grew up on the farm with no understandin′ (for real, for real)
Kevin's stupid, tell him anything, he won′t understand it
Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won't understand it
A lot is countin' on you
Your women sidin′ with your partners, why they plottin′ on you? (Huh!)
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
Stolen cars, open charges, matchin′ blunts blowin' each other charges (where did they go? Where did they go?)
Summer ′08 me and Menace in a Daytona Charger (hm, hm)
Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull up in the front (for real, yeah)
Ain't no VIP, got Nook in front me pockets got the mumps (dumb)
Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung (hm)
Keep that on the tuck, it go "krr" if you "uh"
Got two people livin′ in me, one a realest, one a killer
Luca Brasi (Luca), he a sinner, Kevin tryna be a Christian (yes, Lord)
Seems life is less fulfillin' when livin′ is unattended (oh, Lord)
Performin' rituals to whichever God that'll listen (oh, Lord)
Had a lot of prayers answered, ain′t had to sit in no buildin′ (buildin')
Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I′m in the buildin' (baow-baow, baow-baow-baow)
A lot is countin′ on you
Your women sidin' with your partners, why they plottin′ on you? (Huh!)
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
I mean-
A lot is countin′ on you
Your women sidin' with your partners, why they plottin′ on you? (Huh!)
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
Perhaps I′m too quick off the draw from how I deal with altercations (yeah)
From where gangsters only talk cocaine, it ain't no other language (I get it)
Awkward interviews, discussin' my inner views, on life itself
Figure me pretentious, evadin′ mischief by writin′ hymns
Labels shown interest, no showers are showin' interest (I did it)
Both old ladies show resentment, resented my show of interest (fuck it!)
Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment (you already know)
Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin′, we always argue (it get him high)
It sucks we always arguin', but she started it (yeah)
Pause, believe I grew up on the farm with no understandin′ (for real, for real)
Kevin's stupid, tell him anything, he won′t understand it
Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won't understand it
A lot is countin' on you
Your women sidin′ with your partners, why they plottin′ on you? (Huh!)
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
Stolen cars, open charges, matchin′ blunts blowin' each other charges (where did they go? Where did they go?)
Summer ′08 me and Menace in a Daytona Charger (hm, hm)
Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull up in the front (for real, yeah)
Ain't no VIP, got Nook in front me pockets got the mumps (dumb)
Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung (hm)
Keep that on the tuck, it go "krr" if you "uh"
Got two people livin′ in me, one a realest, one a killer
Luca Brasi (Luca), he a sinner, Kevin tryna be a Christian (yes, Lord)
Seems life is less fulfillin' when livin′ is unattended (oh, Lord)
Performin' rituals to whichever God that'll listen (oh, Lord)
Had a lot of prayers answered, ain′t had to sit in no buildin′ (buildin')
Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I′m in the buildin' (baow-baow, baow-baow-baow)
A lot is countin′ on you
Your women sidin' with your partners, why they plottin′ on you? (Huh!)
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
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Zale Epstein, Brett Kruger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
