BRB FREESTYLE



(Chorus)

Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever they stuck tryna balance it all
Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever the laws tryna challenge us all

Need a number for my n***as to dial
Whenever they lost in the courts or the trials
Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever the brokers been watchin' the dow




(Verse 1)


Yeah
Tired of feedin’ my enemies
Treatin’ ‘em better than those who be kind to me
My n***as fucking go to jail
And the system keep shufflin’ cases like banks movin’ centipedes
Recipe simple, just play with the credit
Invest in a trap and let debt be the remedy
Got ‘em thinkin’ we into telepathy
N***as play broke like that’s gon’ stack up they legacy
Talking ‘bout profit, but only check off the Hennessy
Bitches say “New year new me, like that’s gon’ clear out they body count
You got a new face, but the mileage remain, ain’t no rebates gon’ buy you out
Told my plug, “Make it doce” and got two bricks wrapped like un regalo
I make money talk in both tongues like I’m bilingual
N***as flip packs but I hedge on residuals
Fuck all the peace talk, I’m talkin’ my credit
My opps on budget, they swipin’ for leverage
My taxes deduct ‘em my lawyer correct it
Got n***as in cuffs, but the cuffs is embedded
Talkin’ bout saving but livin’ on borrowed time
You only rich on the internet, borrowed dimes
I see through the cap, I invested in dollars signs
They short on the stock, so they prey on the bottom line

(Chorus)

Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever they stuck tryna balance it all
Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever the laws tryna challenge us all

Need a number for my n***as to dial
Whenever they lost in the courts or the trials
Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever the brokers been watchin' the dow




(Verse 2)

Numbers don’t lie, but accounts do
I Seen ‘em fake the books, crooks countin’ too
Saying real estate but ain’t no counting land
Hundred acres where the bounty stand
Dollars spin, that's a round-trip
Pockets orbit like the moonlit
Y’all invest in some clown shit
Fake thugs talkin’ felonies, but they write-offs for the group goals
Fake politicals with a thugs aesthetic, playin’ street games in a suit coat
They cedit talk but got credit scores
Barely touching what the debit hold
Claiming they shooters with empty clips
Not funds left in they centerfold
Y’all poppin’ out just fo the photo-ops
My n***as got stock in they name
You dropped on a watch, i dropped on a plot
We ain’t locking the same
You flexin’ on n***as like it’s poof you up, but I know the clause in your deal
They own you masters, own you publishing, own you appeal
(Chorus)

Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever they stuck tryna balance it all
Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever the laws tryna challenge us all

Need a number for my n***as to dial
Whenever they lost in the courts or the trials
Need a number for my n***as to call
Whenever the brokers been watchin' the dow