TEN$O - Add it Up

(Now they wanna ride the wave)
(I'm the one that got away)
(I'm the one that got away)
(Now they wanna ride the, aye aye)
AO the team
Go to extremes
Feeling the king
All in her spleen
You don't want smoke with a lion
Forget the talk can they back it up
Know I'm the one get it tatted up
All of that hoe shit don't matter much
Taking my chance I can't pass it up
Never could fold its a matter of code
Gotta stay ten toes
Not into selling my soul I took another approach
Pressure on all of these hoes keeping they back on the ropes
I get the speaker to knock
I used to punch in the clock
Niggas that know what I'm on
Know that I'm proven
Don't be alarmed
Know what I'm doing
Breaking a bond
Know that I'm ruthless
Know that I'm armed
No sudden movements
Jump in a foreign
Laying the blueprint
Weather the storm
Keeping it moving
Breaking her spine
Leaving her drooling
Back of the line
I see you choosing
Add it up
Bases is loaded I'm batter up
Know I'm the one get it tatted up
All of that hoe shit don't matter much
No they don't want it not bad as us
Aye, take them blows
Stand by codes
Spill my soul
I don't miss - red dot
Notha hit - headshot
Been on tip - realize
Got this bitch on lock
Talk my shit
Mama always went the length
Pops took a lot of risks
Got the reaper throwing fits
Diamonds climbing out the trench
Jewelry hanging overcompensating niggas really came up outta nothing
Finally famous or forever nameless will they ever put me in discussions
Open the door and we rushing
Fucking the game and I'm bussing
I'm the one that got away
Now they wanna ride the wave
Eight in the clutch
Running it up
I'm bout a dub
Come join the club
Way more than lust
This is a must
Lyrical drugs
Bitch I'm the plug
Harder to manage harboring damage
Fresh outta trust
All outta love
Nooo I ain't promised everyday
I can't let it go to waste
Add it up
Bases is loaded I'm batter up
Know I'm the one get it tatted up
All of that hoe shit don't matter much
No they don't want it not bad as us
Aye, take them blows
Stand by codes
Spill my soul
I don't miss - red dot
Notha hit - headshot
Been on tip - realize
Got this bitch on lock
Talk my shit
Mama always went the length
Pops took a lot of risks
Got the reaper throwing fits
Diamonds climbing out the trench

Written by:
Kionte Harris

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