Numbers ft. Foe5 Lyrics

Won't do foolery for exposure

I don't drive the car I got a chauffeur

Bible tell the way it's my brochure

Lyricist they call me a composer

Sin and I part ways I don't need closure

Devil trynna stay up on my shoulder

Told him out the way, I'm getting older

God my standard can't be mediocre

Ain't nun bout me mediocre

God is my witness He keeps things in order like law

Back to back shows in the fall

Wake up and start getting the guap that's the vision He saw

Maybachs and bentlys and all

Swerved out the coup and start flexin not one on my flaws

Diamonds and Rollies and all

Run up the numbers my whole team gon ball

Marcel

Yeah you know all the numbers gon run it up

Priorities straight God stay number one

Pop out Venchy and Bape like it's drip or sum

My wrist gon be so froze that's it's goin numb

While I'm going dumb

Every album I want to be number one

Is that selfish, Might be

But I'm talking bout The 3 in 1

So it can't be, I'm spreading the Word cuz it's not bout me

No not none

Pull up w sticks and drums

They go dum dum dum

2 Clips one old, one new both bout The Son

Of man and God

Plus both spreading life

They changed my fams life

So I can't go reverse gotta keep it in drive

With this rap thing I'm not rolling the dice

Like a ref I'm gon earn my stripes

God is the way yea the only son

He died and He rose that's a one a done

Ain't no rules you got racks you ain't rich for nun

Praise the King and that's blessings for everyone

Ice Pateks and Givenchy let's get it done

You say "Jesus ain't King" man sounding dumb

Get the guap and the mula sound mega fun

Praise the King ain't no stopping no hit and run

Won't do foolery for exposure

I don't drive the car I got a chauffeur

Bible tell the way it's my brochure

Lyricist they call me a composer

Sin and i part ways don't need closure

Devil trynna stay up on my shoulder

Told him out the way, I'm getting older

God my standard can't be mediocre

Ain't nun bout me mediocre

God is my witness He keeps things in order like law

Back to back shows in the fall

Wake up and start getting the guap that's the vision he saw

Maybachs and bentlys and all

Swerved out the coup and start flexin not one on my flaws

Diamonds and Rollie's and all

Run up the numbers my whole team gon ball

Prayin to the Lord for better days

Tryna get out of my own selfish ways

Run numbers up to get Grammys in my face

I feel like a coach just cuz I'm makin plays

Gon feel like outer space when stars in my Wraith

Could talk to the devil not shaken from my faith

Don't speed me up Imma stay at my own pace

When I die Proverbs 17 on my grave

Don't got no complaints from this life that I'm livin

My brother said he want a bag ian trippin

I don't mess wit fakes cuz I know they be switching

Now they wanna come back cuz they see that I'm winning

I don't wanna just stack my green to the ceiling

I wanna save souls maybe by the billions

I still wanna go and make a couple million

My numbers run up I been grinding a minute

They say that it's over

It's not over

I'm still in the war so I gotta be a soldier

Tryna figure out my ways like I'm homer

Ball like nowinski but... I'm the owner

Saint Laurent coat so they Know that I'm colder

Play my cards right like it's poker

Pull up in a green lamb like and ogre

Roll down the window shout out to my chauffeur

Won't do foolery for exposure

I don't drive the car I got a chauffeur

Bible tell the way it's my brochure

Lyricist they call me a composer

Sin and I part ways I don't need closure

Devil trynna stay up on my shoulder

Told him out the way, I'm getting older

God my standard can't be mediocre, no