"NUMBERS LIE TOO" lyrics
Losin' my protection, got me out of pocket
Started feelin' pressure, runnin' out of options
Why you tryna measure what I've done when you never did shit?
Only thing I didn't do, I didn't quit
I been movin' through the game at my own pace
If they wanna hear my new shit, I tell 'em, "No, thanks" (No, thanks)
You'll never see me at the label doin' dances on the table
Like a flavor, motherfucker, got my own taste
I'm a young Bobby Flay, young Guy Fieri
I been cookin' for a while, I think it's finally ready
Cincinnati need somebody who droppin' confetti
I throw it up like it's some of Mr. Mathers spaghetti
I know they watchin' like I'm supervised, all these suit and ties
Who could never make the music that they scrutinized
I guess the devil got a new disguise
I see the light, yeah, it's true at times
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
They get a track that go platinum again
They get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
I got it out the scratch
Little Sour Patch Kid, send 'em flour packs
Countin' five ten, twenty, dreamin' countin' racks
Off a bean, get at least a couple hour max
Suicide every line, down to run it back
Startin' on a pistol, stoppin' on a whistle
Call it how I see it, y'all are not official
Pawns in the scheme, y'all are not essential
Con artist, so that artist artificial
I guess we got different standards, y'all don't understand this shit
I see the bigger pic, it doesn't fit the canvases
They sign an amateur with a friend who manage 'em
Then take advantage and vanish before the damage hits
They done ran 'em, man, it's easy to predict
You sign a major deal, they takin' 85 percent
That's a lick, even when you makin' hits, that's a rip
By the way, you gotta pay for all the splits, don't forget
And you gotta pay 'em back for what they spent to get you poppin'
On said Diddy hoes and the videos and Designer shoppin'
They pick a single for the project, decide if you can drop it
Then fabricate the drama just to get the people talkin'
That's how the numbers get inflated
And people think it's good if the data validated
That's how you take the easy road to gettin' famous
That's how you fake it 'til you make it
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
They get a track that go platinum again
They get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
They pay for a track to go platinum again
Just to get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
Started feelin' pressure, runnin' out of options
Why you tryna measure what I've done when you never did shit?
Only thing I didn't do, I didn't quit
I been movin' through the game at my own pace
If they wanna hear my new shit, I tell 'em, "No, thanks" (No, thanks)
You'll never see me at the label doin' dances on the table
Like a flavor, motherfucker, got my own taste
I'm a young Bobby Flay, young Guy Fieri
I been cookin' for a while, I think it's finally ready
Cincinnati need somebody who droppin' confetti
I throw it up like it's some of Mr. Mathers spaghetti
I know they watchin' like I'm supervised, all these suit and ties
Who could never make the music that they scrutinized
I guess the devil got a new disguise
I see the light, yeah, it's true at times
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
They get a track that go platinum again
They get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
I got it out the scratch
Little Sour Patch Kid, send 'em flour packs
Countin' five ten, twenty, dreamin' countin' racks
Off a bean, get at least a couple hour max
Suicide every line, down to run it back
Startin' on a pistol, stoppin' on a whistle
Call it how I see it, y'all are not official
Pawns in the scheme, y'all are not essential
Con artist, so that artist artificial
I guess we got different standards, y'all don't understand this shit
I see the bigger pic, it doesn't fit the canvases
They sign an amateur with a friend who manage 'em
Then take advantage and vanish before the damage hits
They done ran 'em, man, it's easy to predict
You sign a major deal, they takin' 85 percent
That's a lick, even when you makin' hits, that's a rip
By the way, you gotta pay for all the splits, don't forget
And you gotta pay 'em back for what they spent to get you poppin'
On said Diddy hoes and the videos and Designer shoppin'
They pick a single for the project, decide if you can drop it
Then fabricate the drama just to get the people talkin'
That's how the numbers get inflated
And people think it's good if the data validated
That's how you take the easy road to gettin' famous
That's how you fake it 'til you make it
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
They get a track that go platinum again
They get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
They pay for a track to go platinum again
Just to get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie
Numbers lie too
