Headcount

[Hook]
Put on their glasses, look through their vision
Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it
Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'
Gunshots in the alleys, hear it, just listen
Put on their glasses, look through their vision
Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it
Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'
Gunshots in the alleys

[Verse 1]
Take a whiff of their blow, that's the coke that they sniffin'
These are the stats you won't find in the Census
Pour in the poor, not a pinch of the riches
They won't mix the liquids government's sippin'
I'm rapping real gifted like it's spoiled children
Get it? Aye
But I am gifted with wrapping the presents
But I won't give no gifts out to the peasants
My presence is a gift, your presence depressing
While mine is impressive, but I'm not pretentious
I'm in the future, you stuck in the present
I passed you up like you the blunt in a session
I got the sauce, man I think you should catch up
I don't know how you just mustered the feeling that I will just aim at you from the neck up
You sound like you pressed from the pressure
But there's no earthquakes, I'm giving you terror
You shivering just like you got on no shirt or no pants all out in cold weather
Woah, wait, aye
You got a second to get it together
Would you look at that? Now you get the whole setting
All of these niggas be saying my music so blessed, that they think I'm a reverend
Woah

[Hook]
Put on their glasses, look through their vision
Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it
Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'
Gunshots in the alleys, hear it, just listen
Put on their glasses, look through their vision
Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it
Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'
Gunshots in the alleys

[Pre-Verse 2]
That bitch want a piece of me, I said I ain’t no puzzle
She better not fall for me if my dick make her stumble
If niggas try to beef with me I’ll give ‘em the McDouble
I’ll shoot they asses in the head and leave ‘em all with stubbles, aye
That bitch want a piece of me, I said I ain’t no puzzle
She better not fall for me if my dick make her stumble
If niggas try to beef with me I’ll give ‘em the McDouble
I’ll shoot they asses in the head and leave ‘em all with stubbles, aye

[Verse 2]
Popping these niggas like bubbles, aye
Don't take your chance or you will be in trouble
This is not a board game or poker, do not try to hustle me like you is up in the streets on some working them doubles 'cause you on the struggle
But that's not the case, you should mind your own business
Wait
This game is just suiting me, I am tied to it like I just caught feelings
By now, you thought I was finished, that's not what the deal is
Get it? Aye
I said by & deal is
'Cause you always buying whatever it is that you be getting deals in
Yeah, those are synonymous
We do not know you 'cause you are anonymous
Don't play with LF, you are not part of us
You serve no purpose, you is just honorless

[Hook]
Put on their glasses, look through their vision
Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it
Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'
Gunshots in the alleys, hear it, just listen
Put on their glasses, look through their vision
Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it
Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'
Gunshots in the alleys