Numbers

Why aren't we all on the same page, all posted up at the fame range

Smarter than all of you motherfuckers I should be making the same wage

Everyone's killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate

So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it

I wish before sleep I could think about to breathe

So the dinner table had one less mouth to feed

Everyone I know is just housing trees, out for me

Don't indulge, I reside where the gravel be

Nowadays - everybody's getting molliwopped

A lama when I spit, porcelain with the dolly drop

Is he dope enough though? yeah prolly not

Vicious dogs in the bushes, just know I got that collie cocked