M.I Abaga - Numbers lyrics

[Intro – Jay Z & Angie Martinez interview] 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 (Laughs) So am saying, black and white is a ink baby (Laughs) If he's that confident you know I'll give him a little glimpse (Laughs) It's crazy [Verse 1] Y'all dont want to chat about the facts About the plaques about the stacks About your tax you wanna act like I ain't got Like I ain't been kicking this kicks Stripping them, sticking this chicks Wickedest lyricist yet richest n!gga to really spit I mean Yall will never know about the dough About the shows about the clothes That sh** is goals to yall n!ggas I mean to glow Yall will never hear about percentages and shares That sh** 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 these artists The truth is they deep hardly They giving you cheap garbage Their music it needs polish Their lyrics be retarded These n!ggas will all be gone in a flash Like Ship Collins Now M is a deep scholar My lyrics they speak knowledge And I'm a bad boy pockets puffy From big wallets Even my weak bars if it's possible wreak 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 sixtieth award since we started I put on some key artists Even got wiz started N!ggas must need gla**es 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] I'm the sickest lyricist in 2016 No Mani-low-ill except the one in the Philippines Am a machine King of the CC racquet like Billie Jean Making n***as 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 Wa**up 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***as coming at your defence should probably stop like wheeling gallons Arh, eight summers I ate drummers Meaning I ate 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 – Assa**in] 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, jus ‘member dat