For the Count

Five, four, three, two G.P, stand up One, two, three Four, five, six One, two, three Four, five, six I amount to much So I ain't down for the count down for the count And as such, touchdown One for the road, One for the show Ain't quite Ain't quite the humble type Ain't quite the modest type Just one with the vibe that I see fit But I still kill, the beat, Two steps at a time, then I mix With the dish best served, like this Haven't felt like this in a while but, Destiny's calling, turn the dial An extra mile, Feet harder than steal But brittle as sand on the other hand On open land With an open hand Ain't popping zans Just taking notes, not later than One, two, three Four, five, six One, two, three Four, five, six I amount to much So I ain't down for the count down for the count And as such, touchdown One for the road, One for the show Time feeling, so abstract But body & soul, still intact But what fate, awaits this, Ain't drown myself, take a dip in an oasis Going different, places And just like this, stick to the basics Had a brush with Mr.Grim Could've lost a limb, or worse But, I'm still whole and I feel blessed that I cheat death, oh yes So the notion is, more caution So the notion is, precaution Still in motion On & on & on & on & on As I reflect One, two, three Four, five, six One, two, three Four, five, six I amount to much So I ain't down for the count down for the count And as such, touchdown One for the road, One for the show One for the road, One for the show Fosho G.P, stand up