Текст песни Strike - Eddie Lee

I wasn't trynna strike
Aye aye aye aye
I heard that nigga Lee was nice
Talk two em

I wasn't tryna strike
A nigga tryna empty out the clip
Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?
I'm in and out the mix
Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax
I said when cash don't make me rich
Ain't enough to call them niggas fake
I call em counterfeit
Money moves, I take it north
But I still stay in south the bridge
Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip
Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear
But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear

This life is a trip, hoppin' states and postin' flicks
I was bankin' on the loss to come one off, not let me win
Steve steppers in the gangsta party why they let me in?
Ran it up and now they haittin' on me, shit, let's go again
Let them dollars fly, they back back time, I catch my second wind
Back to back the coupe, right back to sippin' drank and cuttin' hits
I'm at peace when I get sober, but I'm happy when I'm lit
Yeah, I'm keepin' faith and tryna balance out this life of sin

I wasn't tryna strike
A nigga tryna empty out the clip
Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?
I'm in and out the mix
Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax
I said when cash don't make me rich
Ain't enough to call them niggas fake
I call em counterfeit
Money moves, I take it north
But I still stay in south the bridge
Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip
Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear
But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear

We gon make it shake or make it cook I not new to the whip
Brand new charm, run my neck, look like I pulled it out the fridge
I was hangin' round the ledge, I fucked around and built a crib
Bring the bottles, call the vibes, and please let all my niggas in
Goin double, seeing double, got my bank account twin
I could care less if a cost involved, I'm tryna see us win
Pay the piper, pay off peter, I see Paul, I'm finna spin
Why I left these Frankies off, cause I can't take it in the end

I wasn't tryna strike
A nigga tryna empty out the clip
Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?
I'm in and out the mix
Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax
I said when cash don't make me rich
Ain't enough to call them niggas fake
I call em counterfeit
Money moves, I take it north
But I still stay in south the bridge
Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip
Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear
But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear