Numbers

I'm the one, Not the two, got three plays by the four He catch five from the six, seventh or above

we dont bag eighths, none but nines and fns, Pop went to jail, became a man when I was ten

I'll send him to his god with his MAC-11 twelve desciples with me and they all packin

I'll give you thirteen's reason why I'm not in the back end, When I was fourteen, I was gettin' high

With my older friend's fifteen, got a curfew, ma ain't want me trappin

Sixteen, touched my first gun, now I'm never lackin Shout out, mir 17th Street

know we got them packs in, ain't a street

Nigga turned eighteen, his mom let em outside rat before nineteen, oh how time fly

Shooters shoot with eye open like he popeye Shoot with one eye open like he popeye

Catch up on you bout that chicken, now he aiming at your biscuit