The Numbers Talk

[Intro –  whispered]
( Yeah…)
( Lock  in.)

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[Verse 1 – Main Vocal]
Hatin’  ass  bitch,  stop  that  shit
( stop  that  shit)
And  while  you’ re  at  it,  get  off  my  d***
( back  up  quick)

Ain’ t  no  room  for  you  right  now
’ Bout  to  get  some  neck  on  the  way  to  get  a  new  necklace
( let’ s  go)

Whole  lotta  hoes  fresh  out  they  teens
( fresh  out)
They  rimmin’  each  other  while  I’ m  in  between
( in  between)
Most  of ’ em  twenty  and  alright  to  me
You  call ’ em  tens,  but  I  keep ’ em  clean
( keep ’ em  clean)

Don’ t  ask  me  no  questions —  I’ m  just  lettin’  you  know
I  don’ t  do  no  stressin’ —  I  just  let  it  go
( I  let  it  go)

The  BS  can  miss  me —  I  roll  with  that  glizzy
( glizzy  on  me)
If  shit  get  fishy —  get  the  net  and  the  pole
( get  the  pole)

That’ s  caught  with  a  stick,  any  smarts  you  would  dip
Or  your  carcass  get  ditched  in  a  parking  lot  quick
( gone  quick)

Think  Billboard —  I’ m  markin’  off  hits
( check  it  off)
You’ re  number  one…  time  to  start  a  new  list
( new  list)

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[Hook – Hard / Aggressive]
I  don’ t  talk  much —  I  let  the  numbers  speak
( run  it  up)
Actin’  tough  online  but  in  person  not  a  peep
( you  weak)
Say  you  outside —  where  you  be? 
( Can’ t  wait  to  see)
 You  broke  bad   then  packed  your  bags —  switched  scenes

Cross  the  line  once,  let  the  games  begin,
( Let’ s  get  it)
My  Circle  small  with  long  reach —  we  cover  end  to  end 
( no  friends)
Ocean  opp  that’ s  a  lock —  we  don’ t  make  amends
( never)
’ Cause  we  gone  spin  till  your  head  pops  off,   then  spin  again, 
( never  ends)

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[Verse 2 – Main Vocal]
I’ m  runnin’  them  digits  up
( run  it  up)
The  numbers —  they  goin’  crazy
( crazy,  crazy)
Don’ t  even  know  how  much
I  ain’ t  looked  at ’ em  lately
( not  lately)

Yeah,  you  can  mean-mug  on  the  FaceTime
( look  at  you)
But  too  coward  to  face  me
( you  won’ t)

Said  you  on  G  time —  but  dropped  three  dimes
So  the  thirty  I’ m  raisin’
( raise  it  up)

Who  the  f***  are  you  rushin’?
This  is  America
( slow  down)
Learn  some  patience
( patience)

Now  you  a  patient —  whole  team  was  just  praisin’
Now  they  all  pacin’
Said  you  the  breadwinner  with  like  eight  kids
Who  gon’  pay  rent?
( who?)

That  was  rhetorical —  so  you  can  save  it
( save  that)

Hit  was  affordable —  yeah  bitch,  I’ m  savin’
( killer  deal)

They  spin  the  block,  then  send  the  bill
Split  the  blunt —  with  piff  it’ s  filled
You  hip  and  you  hop —  right  off  the  hip  I  drill
( drill  time)

The  shit  you  pop  won’ t  fly —  we  split  the  field
( split  it)
Catch  everything,  then  send  it  home
Now  the  lick  is  sealed
( sealed  tight)

Inside  is  your  coach’ d  handwritten  will
Add  a  P. S.:
Tell  your  family  stay  out  the  field
( stay  out  the  field)

’ Cause  shit’ s  gettin

Dreamy Acoustic Ballad with Soft Guitar and Whispered Vocals., rap, trap, electronica, turntablism, sound effects