Keepin’ Count (Domo Genesis Remix)

[Verse]
I told em I was cold
They ain’t seeming convinced
Leak the defense
You stink in this shit
Imma steep in this bliss
Gents, let’s speak what exists
Don’t give ‘em the jist
If you ain’t here, you late
You can’t keep up with this
Can’t see behind tints
Defensive intent
Hits
I just be peeping the fits
Swimming so deep in this shit
You’d think the pressure squeezes me
I’m easily on my route
Even facetiously seeking out
Real niggas to even out the circle
Let’s beat the doubt
Too wasteful, been eating out
Ironically, y’all pussy
Not tasteful, you seeing clout
You needy, I see a drought
So keep all the evil out
I’m keeping count
Uh
Skirting in the whip and don’t look back
Ain’t bringing no hook back
Straight in, you shook back
1st show, gone book that
1st hoe I took back
Tagged toes, the crook’s back
Mad flows, this rook’s black
If you ain’t took back, just look out
Dump the tray like we at cookout
They shook now
It took rounds for fatigue set in
Don’t know where I’m heading
Just need a coupe I can fit me head in
If you sleep, then settle in
The metal trends got em backpedaling
Mental gymnastics
We ain’t in contact, I ain’t a reacher
On the market like I deal reefer
Trill leaker
My shit gone fill speakers
Kill leechers
Revolving round the real reapers
Ill teachers
Ion need no deal
Feelings I conceal
Sealed leeches
Pills, treeshes
Don’t know what is real, creeping
Don’t know how to heal, deacon
Why are you speaking?
I don’t believe half
These raps don’t een need grass
Unique ass lil nigga
The 803 gas is indeed pack
Don’t pass on us, we back
You wack, you receive flack
We came to murder
Ian heard of ya
I’m serving some learning
All what I got from the courage
You make me look bad
You nervous
I’m on the curb curving
Put on burners
10K workers