Count the Commas

Intro

(Ayy) Skrrt, skrrt — yeah, yeah (let's go)

Ha, uh, ayy (ride with me)

Verse

I lace the truth in my kicks, every step's a statement, (step)

Budget to the ceiling, now I'm teachin' people patience, patience, (yeah)

Pocket poetry, paper with a pulse, I make it beat — ka-thump, ka-thump, (boom)

Felt the frost on my name, now the flame got a different front, (ha)

Numbers do the talkin', contracts whisper, hands fold, (watch)

I flip a lost minute into millions, watch the plan mold, (watch it)

Mind like a ledger, ledgers like mazes, head in the clouds but my feet on the pavement, (feet)

I move like daylight in a room full of statements, ain’t no mistakin', (nope)

They tapped the line, tried to tap my rhythm, I changed the code, (skrrt)

Got a hundred different exits and every one of ’em gold, (gold)

Played chess with the ceiling, checkmate on the ceiling fan, (check)

They applaud the arrival but forget who fueled the van, (fuel)

I got brothers on the corner turnin' commas into choices, (turnin')

Sisters movin' quiet but loud enough to drown the voices, (shh)

We cut the chorus out of pain and stitched a louder verse, (sew)

Now we sing for the seats we took and the seats we built from dirt, (built)

I keep a cold smile, warm hand for the ones I trust, (warm)

Burned a few bridges, learned the ash ain't loyal — it's just rust, (ha)

I run the night like it's a page — a chapter, fold it, re-write, (rewrite)

Enemies take pictures but I move like daylight, no fight, (smooth)

They want the headline, I keep headline, then underline my lines, (lines)

Syllables like bullets, syllables like fine wine, (toast)

We hustle in the attic while they flex in borrowed frames, (flex)

I invest in long stories, not short fame, (nah)

Keep the noise as a backdrop, my voice is the claim, (claim)

When the tempo drops, we still march, we still aim, (aim)

I speak in ledgers and lessons, your silence ain't the same, (nope)

Count my days in wins, not in how long I stayed, (stay)

Every loss taught a lesson, every debt got repaid, (paid)

I move like a rumor that became a fact — unstoppable, unafraid, (u-huh)

This is more than a grind, it's the art of the escape, portrait framed, (frame)

Pre-chorus

They ask how I learned to breathe under fire — I learned to breathe in the blaze, (breathe)

Turned my scars into maps, now the map is my phrase, (map)

I don't wait for a crown, I carve the throne with the same hands that prayed, (carve)

No apologies for the hustle — just receipts and the plans I made, (plans)

Chorus

Count the commas, count the commas, count the commas, count the commas, (count it)

Count the commas, count the commas, count the commas, count the commas, (count it)

Stack the paper, stack the paper, stack the paper, stack the paper, (stack it)

Stack the paper, stack the paper, stack the paper, stack the paper, (stack it)

Verse

Back in the booth with a bluep