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letra de count me out - boston george & slim thug

[chorus: yung al]
so many times they tried to bring me down
so many times they tried to count me out
i still made it through the rain
and if i lose the light that shine on me now
i wonder if they all gon’ still come around
promise to always stay the same
i reminisce about them days in the field
sure they problems, but don’t ask me how i feel
but they want me to keep it real
how i’m supposed to keep it real?
they want me to keep it real
how i’m supposed to keep it real?

[verse 1: slim thug]
still standin’ (uh), ain’t a stain on me (uh)
twenty years later still sh-ttin’ on n-ggas hatin’ on me
used to be my homie, now you’re so phony (so phony)
kept it real, still, to this day since you known me (right)
talkin’ down to hoes, used to call yourself my bro (bro)
i done seen so many friends turn foe, i don’t know (i don’t know)
rather ride solo, tired of watchin’ my back (tired of watchin’ my back)
your own family will turn on you tryna get at them racks (huh)
hate to see a hustler shine, wanna see a hustler die (hustler die)
twenty years, still here, yeah, what now, n-gga? (what now, n-gga?)
used to say i wouldn’t be sh-t (nah)
so don’t ask me for sh-t now that i’m the sh-t, b-tch

[verse 2: boston george]
keep it real nowdays, make it mean somethin’ (i swear)
n-gga, i done gave and gave and ain’t none of that sh-t done paid me
n-gga lately i been on some “do me” sh-t (some “do me” sh-t)
big bad boston, who the f-ck done gave me sh-t? (who done gave me sh-t?)
n-gga, i invested, half of these n-ggas i tempted (i swear)
soon as i don’t give a n-gga somethin’, now they mad at me (n-gga f-ck you)
me and my kids top priority, i’m in the field like i oughta be (yup)
doin’ me (me), what the f-ck wrong with you? yeah
i got the same time as you (you)
time to grind or tie my shoe (i swear)
money low, i ain’t askin’ like a ho (nah)
like they want me to (n-gga, never)
they can’t wait to say a n-gga done fell off (never)
i can’t wait for the day to say the sh-t done paid off (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
boston

[verse 3: yung al]
keep it real, how i’m supposed to do that?
turn around, knife off in your back, but you already knew that
they ain’t yo’ potnas, they’ll snake you for that dollar, though
all this pain, it run deep, i’m poppin’ tylenols
but i’m still followin’ my tags, get out here, chase the bag
i spent enough time on that couch just watchin’ time p-ss
was doin’ bad, ain’t seen none of they -ss when i was down
i’m on my grind, so many times they tried to count me out
but they can’t count me out
so many years, the yput me last behind these n-ggas
reached my peak and took off fast on these n-ggas
so you know i turned, don’t care on these n-ggas
they tellin’ folks i done got big head
but how i’m supposed to act when i want big bread?

- boston george slim thug

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