Lyrics

Strike a deal, add it up, bring it home, count it up Televisions mounted up, hating niggas mad for what Strike a deal, add it up, bring it home, count it up Televisions mounted up, hating niggas mad for what Do what you can afford, move on you own accord First you must strategize, this ain't no checker board Try not to eat too heavy, chicken and shrimp spaghetti Life is like Double Dutch, jump in before you ready Do what's gone get you far, not what's gone get you famous Sometimes what gets you famous, can be considered aimless Bro blow on so much cookie, I nicknamed him Famous Amos Pulled up in a Irish Whip, but how could they ever Shame us Athletic, that's no cap, rapping and swimming laps Stay out the fucking trap, won't catch me with the pack Grabbing my nuts, the only time that I keep the sack Putting them in her purse, man that shit super wack Gentle, cuz I'm a Taurus, crack jokes like Tony Baker Cruise to Anita Baker, make bread like I'm a baker No I won't ride your wave, I am not Kelly Slater Let's talk it out in private, steer clear from instigators Strike a deal, add it up, bring it home, count it up Televisions mounted up, hating niggas mad for what Strike a deal, add it up, bring it home, count it up Televisions mounted up, hating niggas mad for what Pass out from what I spit, lyrics like chloroform Pockets was hella dry, now I watch em' terraform Knowledge ain't too far from where you stay, like a college dorm Nature will take it's place, can't escape from the storm Real nigga tendencies and you're not a friend of me Life is recycled, just pay attention to history She gave me her loving for half a year, she was feeling me And then they wake up and start acting like they so sick of me Nothing is stopping you, bro what is your excuse It ain't what you gotta do, it's bout what you choose to do Depiction of prophecy, with no animosity A glorious odyssey, pursuing it solemnly Sometimes is bout who you know, not about what you know I got plans and you my bro, so let's put it on the flow I'm getting shit done, while others niggas just chase perfection Fall in love with my vibe, come to the Gold Bottle section
Writer(s): Angelo Willis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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