[Intro — spoken, calm] Yeah… Funny how a dollar looks different when you know where it came from. And a person looks different when you see what they do when you need ’em. [Verse 1] They talk a lot of numbers ’til the math is checked, I don’t count what I could have, I count what’s left. Payday came, bills came, now we split the rest, Tryna make a little stretch like it’s twice the check. I used to think more meant more, now I know that’s wrong, Sometimes less on your plate means you sleep more strong. Less people in your business, less weight on your chest, Less proving who you are, more time doing your best. I ain’t got a perfect life, I got a life that’s mine, Some days I see the bottom of the bank account line. Some days I’m doing fine, some days I’m doing what I can, But I wake up every morning with my family in my plans. And that’s enough to make a tired man get up, Enough to turn “I can’t” into “I gotta make it work.” I don’t need to look rich, I need the lights to stay on, Need a little peace at night when everybody’s gone. [Chorus] Count it up, count it up, watch what I do, Cut a few ties, but I know who is true. Less on my plate, but I got more to prove, Three in this house, that’s the reason I move. I ain’t chasing what they got, I’m building what’s mine, One step, one check, one day at a time. If the numbers don’t lie, then I’m right where I need, Less of everything else—more of what I need. [Verse 2] I know what it’s like when the money gets funny, When the fridge looks thin and the bills want money. When you check your account and you stare at the screen, Trying to figure out what “enough” really means. I know what it’s like watching people drift, Some disappear slowly, some leave in a split. Some only call when there’s something they need, Then vanish when you’re the one with a mouthful of grief. So I stopped taking every absence as a loss, Sometimes losing somebody means you’re finally off A road you were walking just because they were near, Not because they were helping you get anywhere. And I don’t hold grudges, I just don’t hold doors For people who kept walking when I needed them more. That’s not anger—it’s growth, there’s a difference between, Holding onto a person and holding onto a dream. [Chorus] Count it up, count it up, watch what I do, Cut a few ties, but I know who is true. Less on my plate, but I got more to prove, Three in this house, that’s the reason I move. I ain’t chasing what they got, I’m building what’s mine, One step, one check, one day at a time. If the numbers don’t lie, then I’m right where I need, Less of everything else—more of what I need. [[Break — beat drops down] I ain’t chasing what they got… I ain’t trying to impress. I’m just trying to protect What’s left of what I love the best. Three people. One roof. One reason to keep moving. [Final Chorus — beat comes back] Count it up, count it up, watch what I do, Cut a few ties, but I know who is true. Less on my plate, but I got more to prove, Three in this house, that’s the reason I move. I ain’t chasing what they got, I’m building what’s mine, One step, one check, one day at a time. If the numbers don’t lie, then I’m right where I need, Less of everything else—more of what I need. [Outro] That’s the math. Less bullshit. Less pressure. Less proving. More time. More love. More peace. More of what I need. Shout out Capra Terra.. And TRENDoholicsLLC Yall an inspiration.. Q..A..S..
