Текст песни Numbers Don't Lie - Styles P

Nobody can eat, nobody can sleep
It's money on the creep when you fucking with the streets
But the goons pull up on you, start popping in your jeep
Cause they heard you profit ends and they see you looking sleek
Nobody should run, nobody should hide
Nobody should kill, nobody should die
Nobody's nobody, somebody rise
The street is like grease so somebody gets fried
I'm yelling at the lord but I really need to sigh
And take a deep breath, I'm on the defense
I'm on the offense, you can see the paw prints
You fucking with a wolf, is this making more sense?
Don't you get me all tense, I will leave you all drenched
I hit the starting five then I get the call bench
You fucking with the loc's and I'm fucking with my ghost
And you could ask the streets who they fucking with the most
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
Men die, women die, numbers don't
What you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
I said what you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
Men die, women die, numbers don't
What you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
I said what you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
You can pray for me don't know if the prayer count
I don't even give a fuck just light up a spare ounce
You wanna help me out then get on the spare count
But you can't see the list of the people I gotta get
I gotta ask myself how evil I gotta get
If I want a B, how much diesel I gotta get
I'd rather flip fruit and spit on a sick lute
Chuck the deuce, getting high while I fly in a six coupe
It's the tune of survival
Tryna preach peace but wicked is the saliva
Light got bright but I didn't put down the visor
Got real swamped and focused on getting wiser
Looking at the sky cause god is the advisor
Need the peace plug and god is the supplier
I'm a warrior and buyer
Tryna stay cool cause I'm baptized in the fire
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
Men die, women die, numbers don't
What you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
I said what you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
Men die, women die, numbers don't
What you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
I said what you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
If you wanna die maybe you die to be born again
I can see the angles and the demons, yeah all of them
I was on the corners but I wasn't getting cornered in
I was thinking business even standing there and loitering
I was thinking enterprise, car rental, enterprise
Hima in it, a big bag of smoke and a dinner pie
Call me ghost, really not the one to identify
I'm about peace, pull this nine though, ten'll fly
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
Men die, women die, numbers don't
What you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
I said what you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
Men die, women die, numbers don't
What you think I'm tryna hit my number for?
I said what you think I'm tryna hit my number for?