NUMBERS LIE TOO Songtext
von Cal Scruby
NUMBERS LIE TOO Songtext
Losing my protection
Got me outta pocket
Started feeling pressure
Running outta options
Why you tryna measure what I′ve done when you never did shit?
Only thing I didn't do, I didn′t quit
I've been moving through the game at my own pace
If they wanna hear my new shit, I tell em "no thanks"
You'll never see me at the label doing dances on the table
I got flavor motherfucker, got my own taste I′m a young Bobby Flay, young Guy Fieri
I′ve been cooking for a while, I think it's finally ready
Cincinnati need somebody who dropping confetti
I throw it up like it′s some of Mrs. Mathers' spaghetti
I know they watching like I′m supervised
All these suit-and-ties
Who could never make the music that they scrutinize
I guess the devil got a new disguise
I see the light, yeah it's true at times
Numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
They get a track to go platinum again
They get a plaque but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie, and numbers lie too
I got it out the scratch
Little Sour Patch Kid selling flower packs
Counting 5-10-20, dream of counting racks
Off a bean, get at least a couple hour max
Suicide, every line, down to run it back
Starting on the pistol, stopping on the whistle
Call it how I see it, y′all are not official
Pawns in the scheme, y'all are nonessential
Con artists, all that art is artificial
I guess we got different standards, y'all don′t understand this shit
I see the bigger pic, it doesn′t fit the canvases
They sign an amateur with a friend who manage em
Then take advantage and vanish before the damage hits
It ain't random man, it′s easy to predict
If you sign a major deal they taking 85 percent — that's a lick
Even if you making hits — that′s a rip
By the way, you gotta pay for all the splits — don't forget
And you gotta pay em back for what they spent to get you popping
All sadiddy hoes in the videos and designer shopping
They pick the single for the project, decide if you can drop it
And fabricate the drama just to get the people talking
That′s how the numbers get inflated
And people think it's good if the data validate it
That's how you take the easy road to getting famous
That′s how you fake it til you make it
Numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
They get a track to go platinum again
They get a plaque but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie, and numbers lie too
You paid for a track to go platinum again
Just to get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie, and numbers lie too
Got me outta pocket
Started feeling pressure
Running outta options
Why you tryna measure what I′ve done when you never did shit?
Only thing I didn't do, I didn′t quit
I've been moving through the game at my own pace
If they wanna hear my new shit, I tell em "no thanks"
You'll never see me at the label doing dances on the table
I got flavor motherfucker, got my own taste I′m a young Bobby Flay, young Guy Fieri
I′ve been cooking for a while, I think it's finally ready
Cincinnati need somebody who dropping confetti
I throw it up like it′s some of Mrs. Mathers' spaghetti
I know they watching like I′m supervised
All these suit-and-ties
Who could never make the music that they scrutinize
I guess the devil got a new disguise
I see the light, yeah it's true at times
Numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
They get a track to go platinum again
They get a plaque but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie, and numbers lie too
I got it out the scratch
Little Sour Patch Kid selling flower packs
Counting 5-10-20, dream of counting racks
Off a bean, get at least a couple hour max
Suicide, every line, down to run it back
Starting on the pistol, stopping on the whistle
Call it how I see it, y′all are not official
Pawns in the scheme, y'all are nonessential
Con artists, all that art is artificial
I guess we got different standards, y'all don′t understand this shit
I see the bigger pic, it doesn′t fit the canvases
They sign an amateur with a friend who manage em
Then take advantage and vanish before the damage hits
It ain't random man, it′s easy to predict
If you sign a major deal they taking 85 percent — that's a lick
Even if you making hits — that′s a rip
By the way, you gotta pay for all the splits — don't forget
And you gotta pay em back for what they spent to get you popping
All sadiddy hoes in the videos and designer shopping
They pick the single for the project, decide if you can drop it
And fabricate the drama just to get the people talking
That′s how the numbers get inflated
And people think it's good if the data validate it
That's how you take the easy road to getting famous
That′s how you fake it til you make it
Numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
They get a track to go platinum again
They get a plaque but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie, and numbers lie too
You paid for a track to go platinum again
Just to get a plaque, but the numbers not true
Men lie, women lie, and numbers lie too
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