Lyrics:
the same
Like we low on that ammunition
Only aiming to hit your brain
All this time I've been paying attention
Adding on to my list of names
Stay living
Hitting bump after bump
Getting charged up like i got a jump
It's adding up
Like wtf
I need millions and not a buck
Even though we buck
This the city we
to you
why you so cold man I’m just showing love to you
you keep adding boulders to all that I’m goin through
shit is a lot…even harder cuz we ain’t got
ain't adding up
And they know that I'm a problem
They gone try and stunt your growth
They don't want to see you blossom
I'll be there to pick you up
If
When I was seventeen
I bet you'd want to be my friend
Counting off the city blocks
Adding up the dimes
Trying to keep the angry voices low
Pissing
"Black clouds in the sky
I think I see another storm on the horizon
Adding fuel to the fire
It's a flammable situation
What is this nightmare in my
though (true), I ain't shallow (haha)
I like a thottie who can swallow (sorry mom, my bad)
Making tracks, adding spice like it's cardamom (mmm)
Got
Nine
I'll say it one more time
I'm a space cadet, yeah
Shit's not adding up
Cause you way too perfect
I'm awake all night
It's so right, boy I won't
up on you like""Whats happening bitch"" ain't got no manners
Hit you with some numbers, its not adding up, then I'm subtracting bitch
A lot up on my
a rooftop I can go, to scream above the birds
Adding my dull sheen to your brilliant words
A job for Christo…
Wrapping the sun with silk
Wrapping the sun
you/breaking the ice
adding on the whip cream/brings the sweetness you need
tell me all the things/your mind and body achieved
got me weak in the knees
feel
When I'm back on the route
Adding to shit
That we can't talk about
These niggas can't even stand a glance
Niggas ain't never stand a chance
Extra clip
down for notoriety
Love in public but destroy them privately
Adding creating anxiety
Then we want love and don't get it, oh, the irony
This was
These two night stands are adding up
I’ll tell you more after this cup
Of Bud Heavy stills make shaking hands
I don’t believe I’m in love with you
I’m adding the money yup bitch I’m a junkie
Yo bitchass nigga just get beat like Chunli
Do the dash up in a jeep it’s bumpy
On the road it get cold put
Still adding up the billy, know it's (?)
All black, because it's real in the cul de sac
The pack wasn't strong, used the .40, making contact
They
like counting up
Can't treat these problems like its gualla that ain't adding up
I picture might let go my atlas style it up
She get too feisty when
live on the hill
Someday we may be adding
A thing or two, a wing or two
We will make changes as any family will
But we will always be called
The folks
adding up
She keep tryna' take my time up, I ain't got time to be tied up (I don't)
I get a wood, and I fire it up (yeah)
Six figures, give me five
Lot of niggas 2019 gettin' killed with they partnas (uh, uh)
And niggas stories mixed with they body language
Don't be adding up how they really
climb
Get over it
It's driving you mad
Irritations and frustrations adding up
And you've had enough
As you try to push on through
It just chips away
In this equation you ain't adding anything but a problem
If all you do is seem to bring me down
Then I don't need you around
Cause you ain't worth
took a beating last time we talked
Still adding up the costs of the cheap shots
No, time won't change it
Can't erase it
Now I'm carving our names in
all I do is fines
Crest dress to the death of me
Cook it up, got the recipe
Yes, I'll beat, adding extra cream
Kill the beat, may it rest in peace
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