Lyrics Strength in Numbers - Paul Marz feat. Eddy I, Prez Mafia & Bangz

Yeah I heard it through the grapevine
Me and dude's booming at the same time
Only difference is you hate mine
And your mainline fans wanna take sides
Fuck it here's the news baby dateline
I don't care about your views and your fake shine
I've been way too busy tryna work with what I got now
You only focus on what is hot now, stop clown
Niggas only hang cause of the trendy shit you rock
But in a couple more months you're getting shot down
I've been getting too tired of all the sneak shit
Niggas always taking my fucking kindness for weakness
Been buckling under pressure for too long my nigga I'm too strong
Ain't nobody on what my crew on
You finna fold up like futon
You trash bags
You get buzz off of cheap flows and half assed bars
Your homies see that it's weak bro
You can't last
Your whole future's my flashback
Nigga you can back back

Don't tell me what to do, all my dues paid
Don't question me, I am bout mine
Inhaling all the fumes, waiting for the day
I make it bro, it's about time
Ice grills by the haters around & I feel i ain't gettin' enough
But make sure that the water is brown
Before you even think of fillin' my cup
Tell them niggas whattup?

They thought we were kidding when we said that we gon' make it?
Now they broke, they keep bitchin & they askin us for favors
Tell the truth, I'd rather be underestimated
Underdog, underground, over paid, that's amazing
Bought the league I was bored had to elevate my roll
When u out there, they wanna see u fall see you fold
Cause plan is the victim gets damned, how ridiculous
The man stays watching the hands of the vigilant
Sorta got sick of it, land of the ignorant
Where logic is ridiculous, and grands insignificant
It had me off course for a second, thought I lost it
City's living cemetery littered with corpses
Caution! y'all don't wanna add to the losses
Unfortunate roll, paid a hell of a toll
So many stories untold, the wisdom of ten souls
While they peddle for crumbs, we don't settle for gold. Nah

Don't tell me what to do, all my dues paid
Don't question me, I am bout mine
Inhaling all the fumes, waiting for the day
I make it bro, it's about time
Ice grills by the haters around & I feel i ain't gettin enough
But make sure that the water is brown
Before you even think of fillin my cup
Tell them niggas whattup?

These haters gonna be mad
My shorty. She bad
She glad
& More than willing to give me brain like a pre-grad
Soon as I seen that
You knew I had to G that
Small frame n petite ass
More drive than a Prius
I'm warming up watch me do this beat like a speed bag
Elevated and faded
I took my hope out of a weed bag
I used to be dope
Nowadays I breathe crack
Throw it on the track n wait for demands that I relapse
I'm balling like Steven Nash
#1 in your predraft
Name a nigga this smooth, your boy cool like g rap
I'm a g that, smoke weed till I collapse
So fly these birdies keep askin' me where my feet at
There's other fish in the sea & i got my fishin' rod
Your favorite rappers listen to me like "this nigga hard"
Go head nd get your squad, my niggas mob, listen I'll
Casually turn ya'll into casualties soon as you get involved

Don't tell me what to do, all my dues paid
Don't question me, I am bout mine
Inhaling all the fumes, waiting for the day
I make it bro, it's about time
Ice grills by the haters around & I feel i ain't gettin enough
But make sure that the water is brown
Before you even think of fillin my cup
Tell them niggas whattup?