Count It Up

Intro

(ayy) Yeah, skrrt, skrrt

Cash talk, chrome talk, woo (yuh)

Heard the engine prayin' — ayy

Verse

Whip whisperin' metal, pockets playin' chess (playin')

Got the skyline in my visor, lane to success (skrrt)

Countin' commas like a sermon, every number bless (bless)

They was sellin' doubts cheap, I bought the rest (bought it)

Night shift, neon-free, I roll on chrome grit

Lips move to the ledger, pen stroke—profit

Brake lights wink like code, they know the signal

Stack reflex, quick flex, never sentimental

Toast to the ones who doubted — watch 'em rewind (watch it)

I been takin' corners hard, they can't find my line

Rubber singin' on the asphalt, feel the map heat

Paper chase, no sleep, mouth full of trap beats

Eyes on the summit, pockets on freeze (cold)

They want me boxed out — I build with my keys (open)

Talk cheap, moves loud — that's the manifesto

I flip a lullaby into a manifesto (ayy)

Gasoline in my veins, ambition on the meter

They prayin' for a stumble, I deliver a heater

No surrender in my code, I'm lithium charged

Every setback a blueprint, every scar foreign large

Chain heavy, conscience light, I'm buyin' time

Shooting for the ledger, not a simple rhyme

Phone buzz, deals hum, midnight conversions

Paper to the ceiling, weightless immersion

Pre-chorus

Fingers on the pulse (pulse), mind on the ledger (ledger)

We don't wait for permission, we just grab the measure (grab it)

Voices in the rear sayin' slow (slow), I say go (go)

Turn the hush into a roar, let the city know (let 'em know)

Chorus

Count it up, flip it out — get it back, get it back (get it back) (yuh)

Count it up, flip it out — get it back, get it back (get it back) (ayy)

Count it up, flip it out — get it back, get it back (get it back) (skrrt)

Count it up, flip it out — get it back, get it back (get it back) (go, go)

Verse

Rims whisper rhythm, cadence to the conquest

My crew move like chess kings, no pawn protest

Stack preachers preach patience, I preach momentum

They freeze at the starting line, I bend the continuum

Gold on my ledger, cold in my focus (cold)

I convert pinch to fortune, make the moment notorious

Night market deals, under breath negotiations

I turn a single comma into multi-station graduations

Flex the blueprint, blueprint turn into buildings

Every handshake spelled profit, every look fulfilling

Bridge burned behind me — ain't no backtrack (no)

I engineer horizons, they just sketch the map

Brand on my name, it weigh like anthems

I bought my silence then sold it to random magnets

Ad-libs in the corners, phones light like flares

They read the runes of my hustle, trace the layers

No time for hollow crowns, I craft the metal

Blessings in the numbers, each one separate

Move in the hush, let the currency chatter

When the ledger speaks loud, let the rumor scatter

Ride the minor storms, laugh at the weather

Made my bets on myself, now I'm collectin