"Numerology" lyrics
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared²
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
12 tryna harass a nigga, but really I'm just walkin' home
Yeah, I'm with the gang, but on some real shit, I can survive alone
Lil' chicks hit my DM tryna holla, had to hide my phone
So much shit I had to get off my chest, I had to drop a song
We got in a shootout, how the fuck you ain't return fire?
Down in Jacksonville with twin FNs, I feel like Urban Meyer
This a crossbreed of the strongest strain, I need the highest buyer
You ain't send that show deposit yet, so why you make a flyer?
Got a partner, he just need accounts and he gon' send the wire
Got an Arab, he be bustin' checks, no ID is required
Come here, girl, I just want your everything
Just to free my dogs, I'd give up everything
We used to be friends, now it ain't the same
You turned your back on me for some change
I'm dosin' shrooms with the weed for the pain
If your brother knew what you did, he'd probably turn over in his grave
Yeah, I use my credit just to run my bag up to the sky
'Fore a nigga tell the truth, he'll probably go defend a lie
My girl mixed with seven different races and she from Dubai
Some of the shit I seen inside the streets will probably make you cry
Niggas tryna blindside you and take your life for no reason
Catch you on the highway and put a fifty in your Trackhawk
When my garage open, that's a McLaren I just backed out
You can learn from me, I got some stories from my traphouse
Doin' numbers, I do numerology
I stand on what I said, I don't do apology
Knew I was gon' be somethin', that was my prophecy
Ain't picked up in a month, but she keep callin' me
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared²
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared²
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
12 tryna harass a nigga, but really I'm just walkin' home
Yeah, I'm with the gang, but on some real shit, I can survive alone
Lil' chicks hit my DM tryna holla, had to hide my phone
So much shit I had to get off my chest, I had to drop a song
We got in a shootout, how the fuck you ain't return fire?
Down in Jacksonville with twin FNs, I feel like Urban Meyer
This a crossbreed of the strongest strain, I need the highest buyer
You ain't send that show deposit yet, so why you make a flyer?
Got a partner, he just need accounts and he gon' send the wire
Got an Arab, he be bustin' checks, no ID is required
Come here, girl, I just want your everything
Just to free my dogs, I'd give up everything
We used to be friends, now it ain't the same
You turned your back on me for some change
I'm dosin' shrooms with the weed for the pain
If your brother knew what you did, he'd probably turn over in his grave
Yeah, I use my credit just to run my bag up to the sky
'Fore a nigga tell the truth, he'll probably go defend a lie
My girl mixed with seven different races and she from Dubai
Some of the shit I seen inside the streets will probably make you cry
Niggas tryna blindside you and take your life for no reason
Catch you on the highway and put a fifty in your Trackhawk
When my garage open, that's a McLaren I just backed out
You can learn from me, I got some stories from my traphouse
Doin' numbers, I do numerology
I stand on what I said, I don't do apology
Knew I was gon' be somethin', that was my prophecy
Ain't picked up in a month, but she keep callin' me
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared²
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Writer(s): Colin C Franken, Tysen Jay Bolding, Chidi Steve Osondu, Rai'shaun Devante Williams, Todd Pritchard
