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letra de counted out - ka

[chorus: chuck strangers]
if you were quick to judge you got it wrong
must have counted out to counted on
never took it short, knew how to long

[verse 1: chuck strangers]
seen cash, threw darts, big homies was mere children
when they was throwing it in the park, for them n-ggas we thank god
young n-ggas going harder took it farther
no problems, we didn’t need college
took all matters without the luxury of [?]
we drink [?] cream soda, henessey sippin
usually [?] today l-st for something different
reminiscing on life before the vision
even then i was big bonеd, his fade extra stoned
[?] nеw poems
he get you the same old story told
various views [?]
so growing up, if you asked me, n-ggas had it like athletes
they sending me trash beats
phone ringing, it’s a scam, likely
done with wishing n-ggas would be more like me
blowing on the [?], new sh-t came to life
every man see yourself [?]
me too, i’m torn trying to see it through
[verse 2: ka]
no lounging in our housing
up and out
our fear detector [?] breakfest some in doubt
streaming cable did things for paper, torn up about?
but boy an with an eagle desert with no evil prescence might suffer scout
[?] lives are ruined due to moments
with no friction, there’s more convictions, fewer enrollments
as youth listen to bruce, don’t just punch, punch through opponents
for test me, get especially testy, got true cojones
[?] the length [?] new aromas
never been [?] to open up, if you had known us

[chorus: chuck strangers]
went from counted out to counted on
counted on

[verse 3: ka]
at my genesis is how i feel

i stayed wise and cake rise [?]
through nights crazed, made it to this ripe age, with eyes peeled
separately, pen and truth respectively, sword to my shield
from the hill, still took years to take the high road
ain’t the place for sacred grounds, so made the rounds hollow
don’t respect [?] religion, living by my code
for my neglect of men that met their end, i do a fly ode
if the bonds ain’t with open arms, accept the exile
with all these sk!lls in music, never rep with no reptile
i suppose as i get old, there’s more bite, less growl
gripe less about your cats’ success, and express how
[outro]
if you were quick to judge, you got it wrong
went from counted out to counted on
i never took it short, knew how to long
i never took it short, knew how to long

- ka

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