Gunplay - Numbers On The Boards lyrics

rate me

Living legend, nigga

Living legend, nigga

Living legend, nigga

Fuck is my name? No sucker for fame

Never tucked in a chain, what, you fucking insane?

You little brat, we ain't nothing the same

No new lieutenant, same crew in the game

Bang! Dang, I must be super insane

To punch 50 in the face and beat a sentence in vain

Murder, mayhem, machines and machetes in the AM

Pirellis on the Lam' and I'm barely in the lab

Barely good at math

You niggas from the street? I'm from the belly of the ave'

Berettas or the jabs

Can't bargain with a Carbon 15

Parched and fatigued in my starch fatigues

Waiting for the income and marching fiends

Try and pump up from pawns to kings

From under the porch light to picking the Porsche type

From doubling dirty money that I'm forced to clean

Getting high, not caring what the poison is

I be whipping babies like some noisy kids

Every day, steak, lobster, oysters, ribs, bibs

Man, them fakes be recording fibs

Torch, new Bimmer, got no miles and rims

Control the trap like the house on Sims

It was all good a week ago, now it's no grins

For all y'all niggas, no wins

And I'll go polish my rims

And scrape gum off the bottom of my Timbs

Whack a motherfucker, give his partner a glimpse

Slingin' Add' at your front door

You need guns? I want war

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more

'Bout crime no more