"Spade A Spade" lyrics
Real talk
Spade a spade
(Franchise)
Uh, imagine if I listened to the voices in my head sayin' black out, but when I black out, I'm seein' red
Anger issues, I feel like when it started, I was a kid
Same Dickies I put on for school, niggas'll bid
I was small, I was skinny, I rumbled niggas who big
I had dropped the rock and nobody fumbled the way I did
Oh, it's outta clock, my man got some twenties that's at his crib
Got the gray ones and not the RPs, that's what I need
Now I'm out the deal, I'm finally free, I'm signin' me
Used to think I know it all, now I listen, I'm takin' heat
Ain't an issue if we all makin' cheese, but fuck the greed
Niggas actin' like they faster, but really ain't on my speed
And these bitches steady aakin' like money just grow on trees
Two-hundred thousand cash in your stash, now you can breathe
Gas station, I done stopped, got a mag, that's what I need
You know most these bitches burnin', they fast with STDs
011, I'm grindin' like, "What's the word though?"
I been doin' this since CDs and DVDs
Granny told me I should watch out for the curb though
But you know me, I fell deep right in the streets
Felt right in beef, it don't feel right, the fake love thought you could keep
Schedule been tied up, rehearsal every week
Niggas got me fired up, I'm comin' mean, Ke
Lot of shit I thought I wanted I ain't really need
It was nice though, tell me what's the price though?
Connect the dots, dawg, we gon' be alright though
Cut the lights low, I think she gone
I think she gone, I think she'll go
I think she gone, I think she'll go
Cut the lights low, I think she'll go
I think she'll, I think, I think she'll go
Uh, real talk
Spade a spade
(Franchise)
Uh, imagine if I listened to the voices in my head sayin' black out, but when I black out, I'm seein' red
Anger issues, I feel like when it started, I was a kid
Same Dickies I put on for school, niggas'll bid
I was small, I was skinny, I rumbled niggas who big
I had dropped the rock and nobody fumbled the way I did
Oh, it's outta clock, my man got some twenties that's at his crib
Got the gray ones and not the RPs, that's what I need
Now I'm out the deal, I'm finally free, I'm signin' me
Used to think I know it all, now I listen, I'm takin' heat
Ain't an issue if we all makin' cheese, but fuck the greed
Niggas actin' like they faster, but really ain't on my speed
And these bitches steady aakin' like money just grow on trees
Two-hundred thousand cash in your stash, now you can breathe
Gas station, I done stopped, got a mag, that's what I need
You know most these bitches burnin', they fast with STDs
011, I'm grindin' like, "What's the word though?"
I been doin' this since CDs and DVDs
Granny told me I should watch out for the curb though
But you know me, I fell deep right in the streets
Felt right in beef, it don't feel right, the fake love thought you could keep
Schedule been tied up, rehearsal every week
Niggas got me fired up, I'm comin' mean, Ke
Lot of shit I thought I wanted I ain't really need
It was nice though, tell me what's the price though?
Connect the dots, dawg, we gon' be alright though
Cut the lights low, I think she gone
I think she gone, I think she'll go
I think she gone, I think she'll go
Cut the lights low, I think she'll go
I think she'll, I think, I think she'll go
Uh, real talk
