2012, GoldAN, UlySA, you can count me out I turn my swag up, just enough to label us Synonymous to handbags when designer is f**ing up And I can take that cut, when you take that cut But the real me is just asking for a couple bucks We find change where we feeling it And jack on your flow like that perv who on her period Now that's word to any mrs Who is settling down and don't remember to give kisses OH! Teacher gon' teach, and dis miss will dismiss us Now back that a** up before you see how much is missing It's reverse on the other side I right my name in cursive on this nametag that I wear with pride Don't ask me how it got there Must have been soft like all them sock hairs Must have been wrong like Sandiego Town to town like winnebagos But now i'm busting on a hater And I right on all this cash cuz all thoughts won't fit on paper I'll pack that in a nap sack and bring it to the bank and time the suit snap back Its just fact, can you deliver a letter for me? Rattle my chains because its better than better for me I wouldn't ask you something not important And you can be damn sure I'm colored to fit accordance Make it an ordinance, now all the houses are looking the same I guess it kind of s**s gorilla swag had to die in vein We still got big dreams We sign our life away as if we're playing for the other team Welcome to major leagues, where we knock 'em out and get paid so professionally I'm in the car watching sitcoms We're both spinning off and blowing up like f**ing chest bombs I could have sworn it was choreographed The ratings got spiked, Lee on the graph Nervous, we lock eyes across the table There's a tingle in my hand as I start to fit a label They cradle, and hold me up as if I'm falling down Everything I now denounce cuz this is where it really counts Before you leap like never before, ask yourself how labels in your office drawer And if it's way to many count, then i'm f**ing done, you can count me out You can count me out