[Chorus]
Counting my time, counting my dimes
All of my problems, prolly be fine
God in my soul, the Word in my mind
I gotta pick my feet up, start running my rounds
Running my rounds, planning my routes
What you 'bout? Close your mouth
I got plenty pita, I got plenty dip
I just kick my feet up, and I don't trip

[Verse 1]
The kid got money now, not so funny now
Lining my pockets with anthrax
When you ask for a handout
I'ma know where you stand at
I could ask where you staying at
And leave you as a stain
Stained glass, stained crib, stained car, stained heart, stained life
Stained everything, but still I remain
It don't get easier, I just level up and get better
The hurricane'll keep getting wetter
Good thing I brought an umbrella
Whole life been feeling that pressure
Now I'm cooked up, plus up, I'm cheffin'
Take my dawgs with me, my brethren
And we'll turn it up to eleven
[Chorus]
Counting my time, counting my dimes
All of my problems, prolly be fine
God in my soul, the Word in my mind
I gotta pick my feet up, start running my rounds
Running my rounds, planning my routes
What you 'bout? Close your mouth
I got plenty pita, I got plenty dip
I just kick my feet up, and I don't trip

[Verse 2]
Airing out my dirty laundry on these beats
'Cause ain't nobody wanna listen in on me
Chico fuego, olvidas I got the heat
But I'm still cool, I got my fans, the kid on freeze
The kid don't stop when they tell me no
That make me go harder
I'm an artist, use pain for fuel
I transcribed song lyrics from trauma
Did bars to cope, no Xanax
Wasn't no mistake, I planned that
I'm more The Hulk than Bruce Banner
Don't flirt with me, where yo' man at?
Don't play that

[Chorus]
Counting my time, counting my dimes
All of my problems, prolly be fine
God in my soul, the Word in my mind
I gotta pick my feet up, start running my rounds
Running my rounds, planning my routes
What you 'bout? Close your mouth
I got plenty pita, I got plenty dip
I just kick my feet up, and I don't trip