JAY ROCK - Numbers On The Board Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Not wearing two chains but I keep it true

Real niggers with me my real bitches too

Out for trump change yeah I gotta eat

Patience is a virtue something flawless

Gonna come to me

I'm rollin OG blow it out the roof

She eyeballin me

Mackin hoes like CPOS

She know me

Might saw me on TV too

Tuggin wit the homies tryna make it

Kickin ghetto tunes

Out the gutter bitch

What your focus is?

Small time hustlin

Now it's time to do it big

I want it all fancy cars

Yeah the newest shit

Came a long way ridin round on my Buick shit

Went by any means

Who said it best?

Kobe Bryant mind state

I'm shootin till I’m accurate

Can't stop it until I’m a couple million strong

Grinding to put my loved ones on in my zone

Not your average rapper

Step inside my universe

Far from you average rappers

Nothin is by the book

Welcome to hell's kitchen

Show you just how to cook

This city is full of bishops

Putting pressure on rooks

My vision so panoramic

My brain on another planet

To reach it you gonna need more than a neurologist

Honestly to be honest far from lyrical

Gifted with miracles

When i rhyme it's a ritual

Spit it, it hit you spiritual nigger

I'm planning my day to triumph

All i got is my word and my swore top is a bible's

I pray, pray a nigger never get in my way

Cause that'll be the moment

He make his bed and just lay

And now you see me shinin

Perfect timing I’m a top dog

I love this feelin make a killing when I’m on tour

All my life surrounded by negativity, jealousy

Through the mist of it all is what they tellin me

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more

Bout crimes no more

When I was in the streets

I put them numbers on the board

I grabbed two niggers

Put they chains in the pawn shop

Got 500 spent it all on a quarter piece

Made about 15 hundreds

Them new J's was about 200

The word got back they know I done it

Spent a thou' on a few new drummers

Took it to them cause I knew they was comin

Three yards left

Ran through those like first and goal

Now I'm back burnt pistol close

Like who got the dough?

Yea DMX of the projects

Skinny black nigger with a complex

Fuck yo Pyrex!

Robbin everything no patience for the nonsense

Professor X with a tech get your mind hit

They say I rap with a chip on my shoulder

Now nigger this the wits of a soldier

Motherfucker it's Jay Rock

You got it big bro!