Numbers Don’t Lie Styles P

[Verse 1]

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 streets is like grease so somebody get fried
I'm yelling at the lord but I really need to sigh
And take a deep breath, I'm on the defence
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

[Chorus]

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?