Numbers

They don't make 'em like this no more

One, two, three, I'ma kill this beat, baby

Four, five, six, I'ma' eat like Twix, then it's

Seven, eight, nine, and I'm feeling like a don, okay

Ten, eleven, twelfth, and I don't mean well

Since thirteen, I been rapping so well, see I

Ain't Satan dad, but I'm bout to raise hell

Then fourteen, began recording, and I'm 'bout to

Fuck it up, baby kiss, don't tell

Then fifteen, went on to sixteen

And onto seventeen, it was a sick scene