Calender Counters

Lyrics

[Intro, Lord Jah Monte Ogbon, Coven] Death like love (Yeah) Their faces scream a death like love (Oh nah, but look) [Refrain] Think that they the plug 'til I dry the well My brother died in jail, this rap money got me besides myself (It do) For the mics I took them Ls alone, had to cry to myself I'ma spend the rest of my days in Manhattan drinking bottle, top shelf (Woo) (Yeah) (Nah, I'm celebrating myself) (I earned this, ma) (Now watch this) [Verse] Not me changin' my numbers (Oh, not again) This for my brothers locked down, countin'8 down the summer I'm still over it, like Summer (Summer Walker) And keep a stick like a plunger, woah When they ask for my advice, told 'em I'm here to [hunger] I'm in a fucked up generation, I had no OGs when I was younger (No, not me) I wanna link, but we just rap friends Almost done fuckin' rap fans, I don't tap dance Don't ever jump on the stage, I'll slap a fan (I will) Gucci suit [like that], but who? Wow Never judge a book by its cover until it's chapter through Sit on your ass or get to these bags, which would you rather do? Cover the rent if she's in a stint, 'cause that's what rappers do (I'll do that for you) My bitch the baddest in the room, and even I'll drag it too I can come to talk about money with a snaggletooth (Oh no) What you rappin' ain't even half the truth If my bitch get locked up, I'm not holding it down like Papoose (No I'm not, ma) I'm not a role model, I'm the voice speakin' for the black youth (I do) Oh nah, not me, I be wildin' out Run down on your favorite rapper, like [?], what's goodie (Yo)