Numbers

You already know what I been on

You know where I be at

Cause men lie, women lie

Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)

Catch me in a private jet

Like fuck it where the weed at?

And this flight attendant got the fattest ass

You know I need that

Now these bitches say they love me

But they're just obsessed with the image

Now if practice makes perfect

Then this is a scrimmage

Cause I ain't perfect

I never said I was

But now they're hating

Cause a brotha finally got some buzz

The things that I say (Say)

The places I'm seeing (Seeing)

The people I talk to

You don't know what I mean

Even matters of love

It ain't always as it seems

Yeah there's plenty in the sea

Until you hit the mainstream

The girl that I love

The one I call my honey

Now I wonder if she love me for me

Or for my fucking money

Sometimes I think about the love

That I had in the past

I truly miss it

But It just wasn't destined to last

Cause our separation

Lit a fire under my ass

And now I'm gunning for the throne

Yeah that is my task

Just a youngin' with a dream

That acquired a team

Motivated by bad bitches

And rockin supreme

Now the whole world

Wonders what's his next move

That all depends on

What I feel that I need to improve

Tell me what you think of me

I swear it doesn't matter

Just as long as I am happy

And my pocket's getting fatter

Just watch me shatter the competition

Getting madder then all of them wishing

You couldn't of done it like I done it

Bitch I run it, Ah!

Yeah you know I do it

Like it ain't never been done

Hit the Vegas strip

And blow a million euro just for fun

To be honest I may have embellished

That last line

Chillin' with a shorty

That is so much more than fine

At the penthouse poppin' bottles

Of that hundred thousand dollar wine

I got the connect

Met 'em through the grape vine

You know what I been on

You know where I be at

Cause men lie, women lie

Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)

Catch me in a private jet

Like fuck it where the weed at?

And this flight attendant got the fattest ass

You know I need that

Now these bitches say they love me

But they're just obsessed with the image

You know what I been on

You know where I be at

Yeah, It's been a year

And everything I said would happen, has

New school style with old school bars

Like Alcatraz

Cause I ain't never

Second guess this music shit

I knew this shit

Was all I ever wanted, all I ever had

Born famous now it's just time to convince the world

Ditch cats, like drainage

If they disrespect it

Don't step through

I paint pictures for your mind

And bring it to life like cinematography

Say it then I do it

My whole career is a prophecy

Now, better grab your jacket

Cause in this world we live in it's cold out

And when my album hits the stores

It's sold out

Like these rapper's careers

I'm the sum of our fears

Fuck a grammy nominated

Bitch, I made it and I'm here

I said it's all about the fans, Not about the record sells

They said it wouldn't work, I told them go fuck themselves

Why you think I'm independent visionaries never fail

Why, Why you think I'm independent visionaries never fail

You know what I been on

You know where I be at

Cause men lie, women lie

Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)

Catch me in a private jet

Like fuck it where the weed at?

And this flight attendant got the fattest ass

You know I need that

Now these bitches say they love me

But they're just obsessed with the image

You know what I been on

You know where I be at

Sinatra

"You gotta realize, a lot of the time when I talk

And I'm talking extremely cocky, I'm not talking

About myself, I'm talking about the work."

You know here I be at

Logic