What The Deal

Lyrics

[Intro: Cardan] Yeah I told you, I told you I told you, I told you Yeah, yea, ye-ye yeah, ye-ye yeah 1, 2, 1, 2 Come on, come on Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Cardan] I be that cat that be that cat Shorty, tell your friends, you see that cat? I mean um, is he that cat? He ain't all that He got stacks and I done heard him on hot tracks Got a gold Rollie, [?] And I got to wonder why a nigga think like that So when you speak to me, you come across young and classy I spit out fire that's why you get hired to come and crash me Ask yourself, Card' and A+? That be flashy They both nasty with a flavor that be jazzy Now if it's something I like, it's different how I want it I like it whеn you flaunt it, loving and jamming on it They hard like the notorious rappеr, slash B.I.G Slash Christopher, king of New York, the emperor Slash [?], slash [?] turn delirious Slash Cardan, slash take my shit serious [Hook] Yo it's on, son What the deal with you Cardan, A+ keep it live, keep it real with you It's a must that we bust, sell a mil, a few If you violating then we got the deal with you Yo it's on, son What the deal with you Cardan, A+ keep it live, keep it real with you It's a must that we bust, sell a mil, a few It be the hottest shorties out, give us respect due [Verse 2: A+] I know you're feeling this, the realness from the brain I'm lyrically insane plus I can't be tamed Since I came in the game the name been holding weight A+ nigga, time to meet your fate I shake like Barry, chicks blow like Mariah Carey Think I'm a cheque, just try to cash me I be more than gladly to smoke you, black When me and P is on the track, shorties can lay flat And I see that, we them cats you want to be Push the Benz E, six double zero with the hero I'll make it clear-o that this young, black dinero Shining and with the timing, below zero The threes baby, please, what's your name and number We jet far to PR for the whole summer And niggas know that I'm wild but [?] I'm hot like the new GS with the swollen eyes Yeah I better pray to god When Plus blow hard that you don't get hit Feel your back split, your career ain't worth spit Your game is mines and you can tell by the way I fold One at a time [Hook] [Verse 3: A+ and Cardan] Since I rhyme greater than the average player hater With no navigator but some cherry alligators It's wicked, but what if you picking, it ain't Jada But if it is, I can tell my niggas see em later Yo, Plus be that cat that'll lay you face flat Hop on the jack and call shorty after that I been around the map and still ain't happy So you twist a nigga wig to the back like a Yankee cap Now, lyrically I'm supposed to represent I ain't your client, I'm just your president Some niggas call it a [?], my shit is a [?] While I'm at it, I might as well get my bezel [?] We live it all up, nigga, you playing, don't want to ball up I'm on my job son, it ain't no time to call up Ripping the floors up from the ground to the walls up If you 'bout it then lets see what you made of And put your balls up [Hook]