COUNTDOWN

[Intro: Swaizy]
([?]) Man
This year's gon' be crazy, bro
[?], bro, we got one
They never think I can rap fast, like, I c-can try?

[Chorus 1: Swaizy]
Ridin' up, and front, down, don't care about (Don't care)
The countdown of my loud mouth, I'ma air it out, hah...
Got a sweet tooth, and you need to please hand me out (Sheesh!)
I'ma speak my truth, I'm makin' money movies, that's Paramount, ayy

[Verse 1: Swaizy]
I got perfect vision
I ain't even had a pot to piss in
I ain't even had a top commission
Know I had to complete the mission, listen (Ayy)
I'm thankin' the One that has risen (Ayy)
Thinkin' that this is my business (Yeah)
Rhythm make God my addiction (Yeah)
Opposin' the bad opposition
Bro, it oughta be
My rapping is not a commodity
Honestly feelin' the prophecy
And obviously, it's the God in me, look, man (Okay)
I ain't alone, 'cause I got me an army
You toyin' the story, grew up on the Barney
I don't need good luck, 'cause my name is not Charlie
You haters are buggin', be gone, I ain't sorry
Leavin' my mark on the word with a Sharpie
And, word to Sky High, yeah, I'll never be tardy
This is my year, so who gonna stop me?
Ain't skippin' no one, I ain't shootin' iCarly

[Interlude: Swaizy]
Hehehe
Ain't skippin' no one, I ain't shootin' iCarly
("Yeah, that was a pretty good bar") Y'all didn't get that?
("Huh? No, yeah, yeah, yeah") Oh my gosh
Freddie Benson, you know, he goes
"Five, four..." (Yeah, [?])
...Three, two..." (Okay)

[Verse 2: Swaizy]
I ain't gon' be done till you see me on top
All my songs solid, they stayin' on the rock
I cannot fold, but my song might flop
I cannot stop, but I keep it on lock
They hear I ain't talking, afraid of the drop
Ain't got a Rollie, but y'all gonna watch (Ayy)
Ain't got a Rollie, I roll with the dot (Ayy)
Ya' demon on block, so I shoot with the Glock, pop!
I did not graduate, top of my classes
Ain't worth a penny? My rhymes are assassin
Turn you to blue, but my bars are Jurassic
2020, I ain't rockin' the glasses
Fame reign, now the voicemail passes
Ring, ring, don't you want a new mansion?
Lame, lame, how you dare even ask it
Maintain for the God in the [?]-

[Chorus 2: Swaizy]
Ridin' up, and front, down, don't care about (Don't care about)
The countdown of my loud mouth, I'ma air it out, hah (Air it!)
Got a sweet tooth, and you need to please hear me out (Sheesh!)
I'ma speak my truth, I'm makin' money movies, that's Paramount, yeah

[Outro: Swaizy]
Ayy, man, we stay on the grind, bro
They ain't ready for this year, oh my God!
"What are you even talking about, bro?
Okay, Swaizy..."