Numbers Lie Too

Lyrics

[Intro] (The Future) [Verse 1] Yeah, uh This that Kobe flow I feel like Tyson in '86, if you know you know Applying pressure my greatest gift Gone in the wind, goin' for the wins I'm on 10, on the 110 Got benjamins on benjamins, that money calling You ain't know I talk to the dead Snitching to the cops then it's off with your head (off with your head) Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too (Lie too) Niggas die, bitches die, snitches die too Smoke this backwood to the face And won't put it in rotation Make sure that bitch you with don't give up your location Make sure thеm niggas you with don't give you signs of snaking I don't do it big, I do it major Niggas be hating on my music cause thеy ain't produce it Nigga, I ain't sign that deal, nigga, I ain't stupid Niggas lie, bitches lie, numbers lie too Tryin' to sign me, nigga, I can sign you Everything I bought I can buy it times two Mama had me in them streets before I could tie my shoe Did dirt all by my lonely, I was too live without the crew Who put this shit together, nigga? Me because I'm the glue Alhamdulillah, I thank God that I'm chosen I smoke so much weed I be high when I'm sober I held my own, blessed the child I was golden I got tunnel vision, ain't no turning back, I'm too focused I'm the Loc'est of the Loc'est The coldest of the coldest The realest of the realest And the dopest of the dopest Top off old school like Spitta, nigga I ain't from Nebraska, fo' sho Im the illest nigga This year I'm on a new tempo Fuck around and turn this MayBach into a limo Fuck around and turn your rap name into an endo Niggas acting like they kinfolk I'm a be rich forever cause I been broke Been a joke I'm running to the money then walking in banks I got a dead homie called Benjamin Franklin (Franklin) Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too Nigga you a rapper, nigga, you gon' sign who?