Counting on Ya(Explicit) - Kevin Gates

Counting on Ya (Explicit) - Kevin Gates
I mean whattup
I mean
A lot is countin' on ya
Your women sidin' with ya partners while 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 ****
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
From where gangsters only talk c*****e it ain't no other language
Awkward interviews discussin' my inner views on life itself
Figure me pretentious evading mischief by writing hemps
Labels shown interest no showers are showin' interest
Show resentment resented my show of interest
Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment
Shut the door or shut the **** up we fussin' we always arguin'
It sucks we always arguin' but she started it
Moms believe I grew up on the farm with no understandin'
Kevin's stupid tell him anything he won't understand it
Stupid a*s Kevin anything he won't understand it
A lot is countin' on ya
Your women sidin' with ya partners while 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 ****
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
Summer '08 me and Daytona charges
Club exquisite n***a know the business pull off in the front
Ain't no VIP got pockets got the mumps
Money come in clumps what I clutch might knock out your lung
Keep that on the tuck it go kkk if you uh
Got two people livin' in me one the realest one a killer
Luca Brasi he a sinner Kevin trynna be a Christian
Seems life is less fulfilling when livin' is unattended
Performin' rituals to whatever 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'
A lot is countin' on ya
Your women sidin' with ya partners while 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 ****
Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin' you don't agree with