Count It Up

Intro

Yuh, ayy, yeah (let's go)

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt (skrrt)

Uh-huh, ha, come on

Verse

I step in with the metal on my mind, shoulders steady, mind on mines

Paper chase, but I lace the chase with lines that shine like signs

I flip the script, ricochet on beats, ricochet on rhymes

My ledger's up, my ledger's loud — I count more wins than times

Pressure cookin' in the kitchen, wrist flick, it's caramel

They want the throne, I want the blueprint, build a chapel from a shell

I move in chapters — fast cars, fast calls, fast cash, no stall

My name's a comma in their sentence, pause — then watch the plot evolve

I run the table while they playing checkers, king moves, checkmate

They hungry for a landmark, I deliver monuments, I state

Punchlines heavy like the ceiling — drop 'em, let the ceiling wait

I cut the rope that held doubt up, now I float and gravitate

Ayy, I'm allergic to the average, I spit rare, straight rarefied

I bargain with the sunrise, make the sun commit, sign on the line

Got a swagger that negotiates with fear (yeah), signs it over, bye

No apologies for loud steps, I march like I belong (uh-huh)

I turn a whisper into sirens, sirens into songs (ha)

They mimic cadence, miss the context — I'm the textbook they can't cite

I hustle like a sermon on the corner, every verse converts a night

I'm tipping fate with my left hand, flipping scripts with my right

Chorus

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up (count it)

Run the map, run the map, run the map, run the map (run it)

Stack it higher, stack it higher, stack it higher, stack it higher (stack it)

Never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold (nah)

Verse

I breathe in risk, exhale a business plan, sell a dream for real

Streetlights study syllables, they learn from how I feel

I double down on promises, triple up on steel will

If life deals poker, I reshuffle fate with a sly deal

My ledger reads like poetry — commas where I carve my name

I'm surgical on weak intent, seam-rip success from shame

I hustle like the clock forgot to blink, every minute claims a lane

I'm sprintin' from the showroom to the scoreboard, score remains the same

Verses like a locksmith, I pick locks with syllables and heat

Got the city in my rearview and the future in the seat

I talk in exit strategies, yuh, I move with quiet feats

They clap for sequels but I premiere my victories in streets

Ain't no handbook for this hunger, I write chapters with a grin

I stack verbs into a ladder, climb the verbs and never end

I'm fluent in the hustle's language, conversation’s profit-sent

I take the static, make it rhythm, make the pressure into rent

Ayy, they hope I miss my target — I calibrate and pin

My fallbacks turn to trampolines when I leap and then I win

Skrrt when I depart the doubters, tires burn, I disappear

Leave the echo in their headphones, leave a message in their ear

Bridge

Slow it down —