Numbers

[M.I Abaga - Numbers lyrics]
[Intro – Jay Z & Angie Martinez]
As far as money I mean
You know that’s a little more factual
We can determine that
Right, we will have to see your bank account
That’s not a problem but it gon cost
So am saying, black and white is a ink baby
If he’s that confident you know I’ll give him a little glimpse
It’s crazy

[Verse 1]
Yall the one that shout about the facts
About the plats about the stacks
About your tax you wanna act like I ain’t got
Like I ain’t been kicking this kicks
Tripping them, sticking this chicks
Wickedness lyricist yet richest n!gga to really spit
I mean
Yall will never know about the dough
About the shows about the clothes
That shit is goals to yall n!ggas
I mean to glow
Yall will never hear about percentages and shares
That shit is not meant for your ears
All those numbers will have you scared ma n!gga

[Hook – Pusha T]
It’s only one God, and it’s only one crown
So it’s only one king that can stand on this mound
I’m so bossy, b!tch, get off me
How you feeling
I put numbers on the boards

[Verse 2]
You n!ggas should be honest and don’t compare me with this artists
The truth is they deep hardly
They giving you cheap garbage
Their music it needs polish
Their lyrics be retarded
This n!ggas will all be gone in a flash
Like Ship Collins
Now M is a deep scholar
My lyrics they speak knowledge
And am a bad boy pockets puffy
From big wallets
Even my weak bars if it’s possible rig havoc
Break down my Clipse and you be unable to keep malice
Let’s do some quick logic
Am on my sixth project
Am on my sixty eighth award since we started
I put on some key artists
Even got wiz started
N!ggas must need glasses cause am just able to see farthest
Whenever there’s beef brought in
Can’t mess with the meat market
Them n!ggas be departing
Can’t swim with a deep artist
I gave em all direction they all must see Clarence
Nobody even close if you judge me by this barrettes

[Hook – Pusha T]
It’s only one God, and it’s only one crown
So it’s only one king that can stand on this mound
I’m so bossy, b!tch, get off me
How you feeling
I put numbers on the boards
I’m so bossy, b!tch, get off me
How you feeling
I put numbers on the boards
How you feeling
I put numbers on the boards
How you feeling
I put numbers on the boards

[Bridge – Kendrick Lamar]
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot

[Verse 3]
Am the sickest lyricist in 2016
No Mani-low-ill except the one in the Philippines
Am a machine
King of the cc rocket like Billy Gene
Making n!ggas loose their minds like guillotines
Rappers borrow my style
But can never copy the manner I did it in
Only kings can touch my jersey
Them b!tches really is queens
Mc squiller touch my garments like Alexander McQueen
Gives me fuel am naturally gas without the kerosene
Wassup with you rappers
I know you hate my status
I know you hope like Tony Pulis I’ll vacate the palace
But I don’t share your negativity
Our bond is no covalent
N!ggas coming at your defence should probably stop like wheeling gallons
Arh, eight summers I ate drummers
Meaning I eat beats I took that nutrition
And went and made numbers
So no matter how many you see
They’ll never be another emcee great as me

[Outro – Assassin]
I said they treat me like a slave, cah’ me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah’ we black
And man a say they put me inna chains, cah’ we black
Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks
How you no see the whip, left scars pon’ me back
But now we have a big whip parked pon’ the block
All them say we doomed from the start, cah’ we black
Remember this, every race start from the block, just remember that.
M.I Abaga Numbers lyrics