Add It Up

Add it up, add it up again, make sure the price right

I was always on that hardwood, balling hard like Mike

And brodie got that brand new Smith & Wesson, we don't have to fight

Bitch, I would really love if you could fucking call me through the night

My nigga Tito going through it in that jail cell, he doing life

Nigga, how the fuck you stab me in the back and you ain't even had no knife

My uncle always cries himself to sleep because he lost his wife

And I feel bad for Precious and for Faith, I hope they doin' alright

I really hope they doing alright

I could really talk about a bunch of bullshit, but I'ma just speak my mind

Sometimes it ain't bout those fancy cars and all that brand new ice