Numbers Lyrics

All these Motherfuckers, they always try to stop us

They try to pull me down when they start talking about them numbers

Fuck these numbers and your payment and cars

My only goal to crush 'em in pavement with bars

Ah, I'm gonna step on sight, be the best worldwide in this century

Ah yeah, be a threat online, make the net collide, try testing me

Ah yeah, cause my text and rhymes make 'em sweat and cry like my enemies

Yeah you guessed it right, all my tracks too wild, so they went to hide all the pens from me

All these wannabes they come at me and always try to follow me

They thought they could be trolling me as manly as some ovaries

And all I hear is crunch when I stomp on 'em like fallen leaves

No fuck you there ain't something like to roll with me

Honestly, (honestly) this is poetry (poetry)

Fuck these filler bars, I got quality (quality)

It is heavy, (heavy) but I'm the carry (carry)

I've done so much and I'm ready (ready)

Boring ass shit that is weekly released

Cause it's weakly released and just briefly achieved

I'm working so damn long cause I ain't takin' no defeats

But they drop the same song, just on a different beat, what?

All these motherfuckers, they always try to stop us

They try to pull me down when they start talking about them numbers

Fuck these numbers and your payment and cars

My only goal to crush 'em in pavement with bars

My shit's so insane, that it's curing madness

This album displays the purest talent

And no, no, homie I ain't talking about League, huh?

When I call you the fattest

I am dope independent, I walk in my shoes

I look so damn incredible in contrast to you

Man I go off in anger, yet I'm colder than cool

Bro you flow fucking terrible, it's over for you, bitch

Homie you don't have the juice bitch, who the fuck you balling for?

You sound so incredibly bad bro, who shat on your vocal chords?

Gah damn, I don't mind this being all my life

Cause all the time, the albums writes the heat that makes 'em carbonize

They tried to backstab me with a butter knife

Your life is a bitch, and I fuck her right

Stop that, there is no way to top that, you dumbass

Come at me, see whats gonna come back

I'm nonstop running, you just took another pause

You better get your ass up to catch up like tomato sauce

All these Motherfuckers, they always try to stop us

They try to put me down when they start talking about them numbers

Fuck these numbers and your payment and cars

My only goal to crush 'em in pavement with bars