Jay Browne - Numbers and Nonsense Lyrics

Now listen up man
This is Jay from the Firm clique
Shoutout triple 7, shoutout DJ SoSwill
This a psa to all you pussy ass niggas out there
All you hating ass hoes
Everybody that been tryna act like they ain't see the shit we did this year
Y'all done seen the tapes, the videos, the shows
The motherfucking glow
And I know y'all been tryna keep that shit low cause you don't want niggas to really
Really appreciate what's going on right now
But from here on out, niggas is putting they foots on necks
And twisting them black air forces 'til you can't breathe no more bitch
It's our time
So many frauds I don't know who to trust
Before you earn a single dollar gotta earn the respect
Be aware of the beast
Money to machine is tapeworm to a feast
They've been selling sex but the soul tie is a lease
Dawg always popping yo collar, you on a leash
A leech doing the least, growing on you, he's a fun guy
Face getting flooded like Katrina in the crescent then your sun died
Shriveled seeds niggas raising up, look like its sun dried
I done let the cat out of the bag and now you tongue-tied
Bitch-made, posing like you real, niggas cross-dressing
Fumbling the bag, I touch down like it's moss catching
Half-God MC, murderer and I'm part reverend
I pedal the rock like my name Meadowlark Lemon
No struggling rapper slander be tolerated
We all humans in the struggle, niggas tryna make it
No gimmicks, sipping lean mixed with carbonated
Clout chasing, paying just so I can get put on a playlist
Game grimy, ducked off, you can't find me
Deuce tre, I'm a young thug, stay slimey
Words sick I create virus
Niggas don't watch out for your music cause it ain't timeless
Always bugging on the web like 'Hey Charlotte'
You won't but I will son like "Hey, Charlie"
Ugh, too many gaps between your bands
And that between your hands
Is the power to demand
All what you deserve and even beyond
They giving guns to these kids, turn it to Vietnam
Bit the knowledge from the Apple, asking Steven for jobs
If Adam hadn't let even, we would still be at odds, nigga

Now listen up man
This is Jay from the Firm clique
Shoutout triple 7, shoutout DJ SoSwill
This a psa to all you pussy ass niggas out there
All you hating ass hoes
Everybody that been tryna act like they ain't see the shit we did this year
Y'all done seen the tapes, the videos, the shows
The motherfucking glow
And I know y'all been tryna keep that shit low cause you don't want niggas to really
Really appreciate what's going on right now
But from here on out, niggas is putting they foots on necks
And twisting them black air forces 'til you can't breathe no more bitch
It's our time
So many frauds I don't know who to trust
Before you earn a single dollar gotta earn the respect
Be aware of the beast
Money to machine is tapeworm to a feast
They've been selling sex but the soul tie is a lease
Dawg always popping yo collar, you on a leash
A leech doing the least, growing on you, he's a fun guy
Face getting flooded like Katrina in the crescent then your sun died
Shriveled seeds niggas raising up, look like its sun dried
I done let the cat out of the bag and now you tongue-tied
Bitch-made, posing like you real, niggas cross-dressing
Fumbling the bag, I touch down like it's moss catching
Half-God MC, murderer and I'm part reverend
I pedal the rock like my name Meadowlark Lemon
No struggling rapper slander be tolerated
We all humans in the struggle, niggas tryna make it
No gimmicks, sipping lean mixed with carbonated
Clout chasing, paying just so I can get put on a playlist
Game grimy, ducked off, you can't find me
Deuce tre, I'm a young thug, stay slimey
Words sick I create virus
Niggas don't watch out for your music cause it ain't timeless
Always bugging on the web like 'Hey Charlotte'
You won't but I will son like "Hey, Charlie"
Ugh, too many gaps between your bands
And that between your hands
Is the power to demand
All what you deserve and even beyond
They giving guns to these kids, turn it to Vietnam
Bit the knowledge from the Apple, asking Steven for jobs
If Adam hadn't let even, we would still be at odds, nigga