Counting On Ya Lyrics & Chords By Kevin Gates

I mean, whattup?
I mean
A lot is countin on ya
Your women sidin with ya partners while they plottin on ya
We might never understand, no one's there to hold your hand
Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets
Losin focus
Can't depend on them, why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean what made em go pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin moments I see shit
Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin you don't agree with
Perhaps I'm too quick off the draw from how I deal with altercations
From where gangsters only talk cocaine, it ain't no other language
Awkward interviews discussin my inner views on life itself
Figure me pretentious, evading mischief by writing hemps
Labels shown interest, no showers are showin interest
show resentment, resented my show of interest
Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment
Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin, we always arguin
It sucks we always arguin, but she started it
Moms believe, I grew up on the farm with no understandin
Kevin's stupid, tell him anything, he won't understand it
Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won't understand it
A lot is countin on ya
Your women sidin with ya partners while they plottin on ya
We might never understand, no one's there to hold your hand
Losin focus
Can't depend on them, why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean what made em go pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin moments I see shit
Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin you don't agree with
Stolen cars, open charges, matchin blunts blowin each other charges
Summer '08 me and Daytona charges
Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull off in the front
Ain't no VIP, got pockets got the mumps
Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung
Keep that on the tuck, it go kkk if you uh
Got two people livin in me, one the realest one a killer
Luca Brasi, he a sinner, Kevin trynna be a Christian
Seems life is less fulfilling when livin is unattended
Performin rituals to whatever God that'll listen
Had a lot of prayers answered, ain't had to sit in no buildin
Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I'm in the buildin
A lot is countin on ya
Your women sidin with ya partners while they plottin on ya
We might never understand, no one's there to hold your hand
Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets
Losin focus
Can't depend on them, why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean what made em go pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin moments I see shit
Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin you don't agree with.