Numbers

[Chorus (Condensed)]

You already

Know what I been on, you know where I be at

'Cause men lie, women lie, numbers don't, I see that

Catch me in a private jet like, "Fuck it, where the weed at?"

And this flight attendant got the fattest ass, you know I need that

[Verse 1]

Now these bitches say they love me, but they just obsessed with the image

Now if practice makes perfect then this is a scrimmage

'Cause I ain't perfect, I never said I was

But now they hatin' 'cause a brother finally got some buzz

The things that I say (Say,) the places I'm seein' (Seein')

The people I talk to you don't know what I mean

Even matters of love, it ain't always as it seems

Yeah, there's plenty in the sea until you hit the mainstream

The girl that I love, the one I call my honey

Now I wonder if she love me for me or my fuckin' money

Sometimes I think about the love that I had in the past

I truly miss it, but it just wasn't destined to last

'Cause our separation lit a fire under my ass

And now I'm gunnin' for the throne, yeah, that is my task

Just a youngin with a dream that acquired a team

Motivated by bad bitches and rockin' Supreme

Now the whole world wonders what's his next move

That all depends on what I feel that I need to improve

Tell me what you think of me, I swear it doesn't matter

Just as long as I am happy and my pocket's getting fatter

Watch me shatter the competition, get mad and now all of 'em wishing

You coulda done it like I done it, bitch, I run it, ah!

Yeah, you know I do it like it ain't ever been done

Hit the Vegas strip and blow a million euro just for fun

To be honest I may have embellished that last line

Chillin' with a shorty that is so much more than fine

At the penthouse poppin' bottles of that hundred-thousand-dollar wine

I got the connect, met 'im through the grape vine

[Chorus]

You know what I been on, you know where I be at

'Cause men lie, women lie, numbers don't, I see that

Catch me in a private jet like, "Fuck it, where the weed at?"

And this flight attendant got the fattest ass, you know I need that

Y-y-you know what I been on, you know where I be at

'Cause men lie, women lie, numbers don't, I see that

Now these bitches say they love me, but they just obsessed with the image

You know what I been on, you know where I be at

[Verse 2]

Yeah, it's been a year, and everything I said would happen has

New-school style with old-school bars like Alcatraz

'Cause I ain't never second guess this music shit

I knew this shit was all I ever wanted, all I ever had

Born famous, now it's just time to convince the world

Ditch cats, like drainage if they disrespect then don't step through

I paint pictures for your mind and bring it to life like cinematography

Say it then I do it, my whole career's a prophecy now

Better grab your jacket, 'cause in this world we live in it's cold out

And when my album hit the stores it's sold out

Like these rapper's careers, I'm the sum of our fears

Fuck a Grammy-nominated, bitch, I made it and I'm here

I said it's all about the fans, not all about the record sales

They said it wouldn't work, I told 'em go fuck theyselves

Why you think I'm independent? Visionaries never fail

Why-why you think I'm independent? Visionaries never f—

[Chorus]

You know what I been on, you know where I be at

'Cause men lie, women lie, numbers don't, I see that

Catch me in a private jet like, "Fuck it, where the weed at?"

And this flight attendant got the fattest ass, you know I need that

Y-y-you know what I been on, you know where I be at

'Cause men lie, women lie, numbers don't, I see that

Now these bitches say they love me, but they just obsessed with the image

You know what I been on, you know where I be at (Sinatra)

[Outro]

"You gotta realize

A lot of the time when I talk, and I'm talking extremely cocky

I'm not talking about myself

I'm talking about the work." You know where I be at

Logic