Make It Count chords by The Dirty Cuts
Verse 1
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That kick off, ayy, listen
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Rub ber bands of weight,
close my hands and pray
Life packed, glad I'm prayin'
for them better days
No more stressin' in blessings,
I'm gettin' out with shade
That's the plan,
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I trust it'll happen one day
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I learned the business
and how to wash that money like dishes
I got ambitions
that I ain't worried about them bitches
I stopped the rappin'
but fast cash was still stackin'
I hated trappin' but I had to do
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it to make this happen
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I be straight bread,
gettin' straight bread
But I ain't never worried
bout no straight bread
Always never led, like I took the lead
Always gonna find a way
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to get me what I need
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I taught the truth like Pac,
givin' gain like Nip
Had to hustle to give myself
a chance in this shit
I was raised this way,
taught to be a dealer
I talk facts, my brother,
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he don't get no realer
It's the life I know,
gotta make this dough,
gettin' handed dope
It's my only hope to make it out,
I had to go this route
No time for doubt,
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I gotta make it count
It's the life I know,
gotta make this dough,
gettin' handed dope
It's my only hope to make it out,
I had to go this route
No time for doubt,
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I've gotta make it count
This the life I know, ain't no no better
We gotta stash our cash,
like it's fuckin' treasure
Other pirates tryna get it,
cus we plottin' to get ya
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Either crims or police,
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this life gon' really stress ya
Are you ready to take the risk?
Hear the words out my lips
Got a list of fuckin' tips
Think to yourself and you'll get rich
That's a rule a lot miss,
like a fuckin' plot twist
They ain't get it till it's over
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Wonderin' how they got a pinch file
See, cunts doin' this for the lifestyle
A real cunt doin' this
to change their lifestyle
Some cunts thinkin' this is the way out
Real cunts doin' this to find a way out
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Ayy, you either get it or you don't
Listen to the shit I wrote
Smooth sailin' like a boat
Cuttin' ties through the rope
I'ma get it on my own
I'm a cunt that can't clone
Nah, I can't be bread -grown
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Different strain on my gnome
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Different height, different stone
Music total on my butt
Sellin' tracks like they bugs,
every bar's a couple, nah
Gotta watch out for the bugs,
I fuck my crop, kill my bars
It's just me, ain't no us,
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doin' what no one does
It's the life I know,
gotta make this dough
Gettin' handed dope, it's my only hope
To make it out, I had to go this route
No time for doubt,
Eb
A
I gotta make it count
D
It's the life I know,
gotta make this dough
Gettin' handed dope, it's my only hope
To make it down, I had to go this route
No time for doubt,
Eb
A
I gotta make it count
Outro 1
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Make It Count
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