Yo, what’s up? This is Jett Surgis, and I’m hyped to bring you my track Counted Out! This song came straight from the grind, written late one night after thinking about all those times I was overlooked. It’s about turning the odds, the hustle, and letting my struggles fuel my ambition. Every bar is a piece of my journey, from the gutter to this glow-up.

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Lyrics:
[Intro]
“Oh-oh yeah-yeah. They ain't counted me, nah.”

[Verse 1]
It’d take Geronimo to catch me, I’m ahead of the load,
I gave my soul to the saints, now the gates done closed.
Saint Peter said, "What’s next?" I said, "No hope,"
I been climbin’ up so high, I’m scared to look below.

My God! Look at me now—top-tier!
No more talkin’ down, man, the vision’s too clear.
I’m carryin’ these awards like Girl Scout cookies,
Underdog status, they all overlooked me.

From caps and gowns to cappin’ rounds, I’m still around,
Flipped the view, same place, but now I see the crown.
Two Americas—one’s gated, one’s broken pavement,
I came from where Pharaoh dreams inspire enslavement.

Had to leap the hurdle, now it’s marathon mileage,
Pushed through sermons cold as the wind in college.
Threads patched up when the ozone tore apart,
Shinin’ diamonds in the ghetto, came straight from the dark.

Strikin’ rich like a match, keep it lit with the clique,
Stick together, never fold, ain’t no quittin’ this sh*t.
They ain't counted it—nah, they ain’t counted it yet.
But I’m cashin’ every bet, yeah, my foot on their necks.

[Bridge 1]
“Show me a check, I promise it don’t need countin’,”
Came from the ghetto where they shoot like it’s fox hunting.
Cash on auto, it’s banners and stacks,
Life’s a cycle—I’m the idol, keep the mirror intact.

[Pre-Chorus]
You can try, but you won’t keep up,
Every snag on the way, they were schemin’ on us.
She came for the king, now she sees how I live,
I represent my bottom—it’s greener than the bridge.

[Chorus]
THEY AIN’T COUNTED! BH, THEY AIN’T COUNTED!
THEY AIN’T COUNTED! BH, THEY AIN’T COUNTED ME OUT YET.
THEY AIN’T COUNTED! B***H, THEY AIN’T COUNTED!
NO, THEY AIN’T COUNTED! (UH) THEY AIN’T COUNTED OUT YET.

[Verse 2]
Wow, dumbfound—where I’m from, souls get purchased,
Supply’s always worth it, ‘til they thirst for what’s worthless.
Plain white tee era, keep a curse in my verses,
Now I’m sippin’ on Cab, never nervous, just workin’.

I went from wearin’ hand-me-downs, fit too snug,
To Amazon queens treatin’ me like King Tut.
Used to share kicks, now it’s rare sips and VIP.
Poppin’ bottles where the motto is “f**k who doubted me.”

Surplus of pain, but I flipped it to gain,
Built a house outta struggle, put my name on the frame.
And they still ain’t counted it—I’m stackin’ receipts,
While they stuck on the block, I’m out in Monaco streets.

[Bridge 2]
“Check the stats, they can’t match what I’m on, nah.
Lookin’ back, all my L’s made me strong, y’all.”

[ Chorus]
THEY AIN’T COUNTED! BH, THEY AIN’T COUNTED!
THEY AIN’T COUNTED! BH, THEY AIN’T COUNTED ME OUT YET.
THEY AIN’T COUNTED! B***H, THEY AIN’T COUNTED!
NO, THEY AIN’T COUNTED! (UH) THEY AIN’T COUNTED OUT YET.

[Outro]
"Nah, they still ain't counted me..."