Count on Me II

I'm everybody's favorite plug

With no me they out of sockets

Got clients that's on probation

Say the drugs too good to drop it

That's they problem yeah

That's they problem

I keep 'em hooked and hungover

I'm the drug dealing closet

They short with cash and beg for soft passes

Ain't lobbing

They love me they quit and come right back

They Brett Favre-ing

Better stop it they better stop it

Cause if they leave I get a

Better cheesehead like Aaron Rodgers

Check my posture

I'm too straight to get robbed

Or caught by the cops

So all these setting me up

Snitching on me rumors better stop

If pockets wet enough

I come clean the job up with druggie mops

No I'm no goofy, no pushing

Me around, my buggy locked, uh

I probably come off as selfish and OC

But this my show, they buy the ticket

So I give 'em the nosebleeds and shit

Long as they keep copping

And telling their homies

I'm like a desk in math class:

They can count on me uh

So it's real, the streets talking huh?

The whole town on me

As long as they know I don't do handouts

Again, they can count on me

They can count on me they can count on me

As long as they know I don't do handouts

They can count on me

So that one Black bitch?

She beat her addiction, pray for a relapse

Got offended by the first count on

Me and then went to rehab

That's my fault, she say "You tweeking

People shouldn't know what I'm into

I'm your patient anyway

Thought our sessions were confidential"

But fuck that bitch

Know I'm serving if you call

But anyways I'm back to moving

Them packs like U-Haul as matter fact

Think the junkies love me just

As much as packs

It's probably that, druggies keep 'em

Rolling, pray they never crap, uh

And if they nice, 12 for 32 like rulers

That's why I gotta keep my eyes

Open like pervs in Hooters

No tricks up they sleeves, I give 'em vests

Don't let 'em fool you

They gotta learn to count on

Me like grade schoolers

And if they nice, 12 for 32 like rulers

That's why I gotta keep my eyes

Open like pervs in Hooters

No tricks up they sleeves, I give 'em vests

Don't let 'em fool you

The first one didn't get to 'em

So I "Part Two"ed 'em, uh

So it's real, the streets talking huh?

So the whole town on me?

As long as they know I don't do handouts

Again, they can count on me

They can count on me