A-Roy - Count Stacks lyrics

(Verse 1) Freakin' beats like I'm in between the sheets Call me Ron Isley though I keep it more discreet On the low from police when I'm creepin' through the streets ‘Cause I got a lotta citations for my speed But I feel the need to push the limit for this paper Goin hard for the chips like an LA Laker Not a faker- you rarely see me stuntin' And when I get my money right you'll never see me frontin' (nah) Cuz the dough can't change me Just make you more of what you already are And I been a superstar, ‘cause you already hate me I'm shining light in the dark, like the moon and the stars Blame me, don't respect it, forget about our presence Criticize my whole crew, talk sh** about our records And while you makin' fake blogs, stuntin' on the web You just building on the buzz, helping bake our bread (Chorus) (x2) Never had a lotta chicks, but I always been a mack Never kept a lotta friends, real n***as had my back When you get the Benjamins, people change the way they act I ain't worried ‘bout them, I'm tryna' count stacks (2x) [I'm bout to count stacks] When you see A-Roy ain't a damn thing changed You never really knew me if you think I'm playing games I used to be shy, never thought I had the juice Always had to prove I wasn't scared up in school Fine a** yellow bones never really cared Until I hit seventeen and got the waves in my hair Voice got deep, Polo jeans had the crease Pops pa**ed the truck keys, now the honeys wanna stare Nothing's changed, it's the same with this music We started making moves everybody wants to prove they got sk**s This ain't about sk**s, this is my life I don't really have to rap, I already know I'm nice But I'm a hip-hop head, I really love the culture I love my rap music like she was a distant lover I love the fashion, fresh kicks, fitted hats and B-boys and b-girls grafitti taggin' (Chorus x2) Rappers claimin' that they ill, sick and retarded Then my flow is like the pill, shot, antibiotic I'm the opposite of wanna-bes claimin' true How you real when all you do is copy other fools? I see these clown boys all on the web, making videos lying in the bed Talking this and that, but that ain't rap If you wantin' some attention, I can understand Just stop calling it hip-hop, you pansy pants This jam is for the real, I know you lovin' me A-Roy and S-M-G keep it s**a' free It's a luxury to find a rapper such as me Keep you “breakin' your neck” like Bussa Bus and D-R-E I'm tryna' carry on tradition, listen These beats and these rhymes, you don't wanna miss, and As we making hits, we representin' k**in' competition, it's a cinch man (Chorus x2)