Текст песни Add Me Up - Mike Mike

It's so Emazing
All that shit they talkin' bout ain't addin' up
I be bailing' out, not tellin' out
You niggas mad or what
Dope crumbs all in my car
I need to start back, bagin' up
I know I talk a lot of shit
But call my bluff, I back it up

Rollie been collectin' dust and its bussed
Add it up
I got diamonds in my buffs
With the cuts
Add it up
Made bail for 80 bucks
Cause I dump
Add me up
you talking down aint got a crumb
You a bum, I had enough

When I was young, I had it rough
Took a risk to run it up
Niggas thought that shit was cap
When I said I'ma hunnit up
You could never be like me, lil' nigga
You ain't done enough
Better cut back on them blunts
And start puttin' that money up
BBL with the titties lifted up
Let me fuck
Let me hit it while I'm drunk
Rob these nuts, help me bust
Got dressed when we was done
She like, damn, what's the rush
I be fuckin' hoes for fun
You a fuck & fall in love
You be buyin' what she want
And it still don't help
You told that bitch if she leave
You gon' kill yourself
You can have 10 feet
And probably still won't step
I got stabbed in my back
It hit a nerve
Now I don't feel nothin' else
Now I don't feel a thing
You ever fell off that shit
A make you feel ashamed
But you can bounce back
As long as you ain't in a grave
For a lil' piece of fame
They do anything
Especially when you turnt up
And got a name
I'm on the black market
Searchin' how to buy a brain
Better boss your life up
Before you die lame
I'm a martyr in my hood
If I die today
I'm a hustler
I make money any kinda way
I can get you what you want
What you tryna pay
It's always people with no money
With a lot to say
Who the fuck want your opinion
You ain't got no pape
Stay your broke ass out the way

All that shit they talkin' bout ain't addin' up
I be bailing' out, not tellin' out
You niggas mad or what
Dope crumbs all in my car
I need to start back, bagin' up
I know I talk a lot of shit
But call my bluff, I back it up

Rollie been collectin' dust and its bussed
Add it up
I got diamonds in my buffs
With the cuts
Add it up
Made bail for 80 bucks
Cause I dump
Add me up
you talking down aint got a crumb
You a bum, I had enough

I had enough of that shit
Brick press in my crib
I was dumpin' that shit
Got a switch on my blick
You can't run from that shit
Free Looney
He got 120 months for that shit
Free Red
My twin sleep with the gun in the bed
No lackin' I pump gas
With the gun in my hand
Before I die
Shid I rather do a dub in the feds
They should call me Dr. Michael
I be dumpin' the meds
I'm just tryna make it out
They tryna fuck up my plans
If she don't suck it
Can't have sex
Cause I don't fuck with her head
Even if her pussy good
I might not fuck her again
Need intervention
Got a bad ass addiction to neck
If I wake up and got no perks
I end up gettin' upset
I'm a magician in my kitchen
I can teach you a trick
I turned to Pontiac to a Porsche
Just by gettin a press
I seen Miss Jackie take a needle
Then dig in her flesh
If her chin touch her chest
I'ma get me a check
If her head hit the desk
I'ma get me a vet
Spent a couple bands today
Just on gettin' me dressed
They be hatin
They be plottin
On gettin' me stretched
Try to get me out the way
Don't like seein' me flex