The Number

yeah, you got the number yeah look at this, I'm running out of speech but I'm trying not diss, calling for a breach now walking through the mist, write a fucking list then I try not exist, you cant talk me out my blitz bitch you care to much bout this, you cant use me to get rich so just go fall in a ditch, now sinking like a ship, holding up my fist bitch I'm done with all this leadership, secret code 2 you cant beat till I'm blue, post up with the homie, you cant read me ill read you, host a fucking party, yeah I'm waiting in queue, your a fucking zombie so ill hit you with my shoe, look at all these body's, they come with me in some body bag, I can hardly brag, its a sharply planned out army, coping with their storys, hoping for a category, you came hoping for some glory, hook: bitch you care to much bout this verse 2: I'm stupid to know that I got lost and I'm panicking inside of my brain, got to low with the nothingness its all up to me, there's a cost for the punishment surrounded by grief,, you dont how I got here, I told you I'm a ghost, but I fucking lied to you my mind ain't open its closed bitch yeah you got the wrong number, won't let you call me on my telephone number, but i wonder how you got my cellphone number, through summer, wish for another call back slumber, ive gone under through the cromazone color, so dont xall me back you got the wrong nimber hook: bitch you care to much bout this verse3: yeah look at this, im running on no sleep but in trying not to hiss, falling out of reach but ill not to resist, fight a fucking witch then i try not to persist, yeah this consists, of a never ending trip, to the corridor in the mist, its so endless its so endless its so endless