Numbers On The Board (freestyle) Lyrics - Singles - Jay Rock

Not wearing two chains but I keep it true 

Real niggas wit me, my real bitches too 

Out for trump change, yea I gotta eat 

Patience is a virtue something flawless gon' come to me 

I'm rollin O.G. blow it out the roof 

She eyeballin me, mackin hoes like CPOs 

She know me, might saw me on TV too 

Thuggin wit the homies tryna make it kickin' ghetto tunes 

Out the gutter bitch, what your focus is? 

Small time hustlin, now it's time to do it big 

I want it all, fancy cars yea the newest shit 

Came a long way ridin round on my Buick shit 

Went by any means, who said it best? 

Kobe Bryant mind state I'm shootin til I'm accurate 

Can't stop it til I'm a couple million strong 

Grinding to put my loved ones on in my zone 

Not your average rapper, step inside my universe 

Far from you average rappers, nothin is by the book 

Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, show you just how to cook 

This city is full of bishops, putting pressure on rooks 

My vision so panoramic my brain on another planet 

To reach it you gon' need more than a neurologist 

Honestly to be honest, far from lyrical 

Gifted with miracles when I rhyme it's a ritual 

Spit it it hit you spiritual nigga 

I'm planning my day to triumph 

All I got is my word and my swore top is a bible's 

I pray, pray a nigga never get in my way 

Cause that'll be the moment he make his bed and just lay 

And now you see me shinin' perfect timing I'm a Top Dawg 

I love this feelin' make a killing when I'm on tour 

All my life surrounded by negativity, jealousy 

(Through the mist of it all is what they tellin' me) 

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[Bridge] 

(Muthafuckas can't rhyme no more, bout crimes no more) 

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When I was in the streets I put them numbers on the board 

I grabbed two niggas, put they chains in the pawn shop 

Got 500 spent it all on a quarter piece 

Made about 1500 

Them new J's was about 200 

The word got back, they know I dun it 

Spent a thou' on a few new drummas 

Took it to them cause I knew they was comin' 

Three yards left, ran through those like first and goal 

Naw I'm back burnt pistol close like "who got the dough?" 

Yea, DMX of the projects 

Skinny black nigga with a complex fuck your pyrex 

Robbin everything no patience for the nonsense 

Professor X with a tec get your mind hit 

They say I rap with a chip on my shoulder 

Naw nigga this the wits of a soldier 

Muthafucka it's Jay Rock 

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar] 

(laughs) 

You got it big bro!