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 they 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, hmm, yeah
So they can count on me, yeah
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 tweaking, 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-Hauls
Matter of 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, 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
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, hmm, yeah
They can count on me