Numbers

All these Motherfuckers, they always try to stop us

They try to pull me down when they start talking about them numbers

Fuck these numbers and your payment and cars

My only goal to crush 'em in pavement with bars

Ah, I'm gonna step on sight, be the best worldwide in this century

Ah yeah, be a threat online, make the net collide, try testing me

Ah yeah, cause my text and rhymes make 'em sweat and cry like my enemies

Yeah you guessed it right, all my tracks too wild, so they went to hide all the pens from me

All these wannabes they come at me and always try to follow me

They thought they could be trolling me as manly as some ovaries

And all I hear is crunch when I stomp on 'em like fallen leaves