NUMBERS

I'm in the club and I'm counting the numbers

My numbers get bigger my pockets get fatter

My diamonds are wetter, my VVS better ,I don't give a fuck about what is the weather

I'm Spitting lyricism, getting harder, I fuck on your Mother, I don't pee in showers,

I got me some flowers, I got me some powers

Lie on your deathbed, with you hand's crossed

Dxmon always spitting facts, blooded stain on your carpet

Where is the hardship

And i'm counting bigger stacks, Grim reaper black market

Aim at the Target

Anywhere I go, Bitches follow, but i still got time to play

Glock loaded with the m99, someone gonna end up dead today

Blue shoes, crip walk, down the alleyway

Black venom when i talk, acidic mouth play

Wheres the loot? Give it back, i ain't playin'

Don't let my name come out your mouth unless you prayin'

Automobile start flying, DxmonLord never dying

I was cut from from the same cloth as these other motherfuckers up on the Mic

They don't put up a fight, poppin' pills every night

I remember when drugs were for losers, and we drank coke and sprite

What do we have in common? Thats right jack shit

Sha a fan of the dick, she a fan of spit

She a fan of pain, i'm the best in the game

My music goes insane, like to get brain

Not this again, on track like a choo-choo train

I'm tryna' find me some loyalty, get me a crown like i'm royalty

Spitting my flow all joyfully, your spitting out all of your tea

Diamonds are wet like the sea

Litigation on yo bitch, inspiration I am rich

Education i'm a teacher, some people call me a creature

But I think I am neither

I'm in the club and I'm counting the numbers

My numbers get bigger my pockets get fatter

My diamonds are wetter, my VVS better

I don't give a fuck about what is the weather

I'm Spitting lyricism, getting harder, I fuck on your Mother, I don't pee in showers,

I got me some flowers, I got me some powers

Lie on your deathbed, with you hand's crossed

This is ChaseMayne, livin' in yo bitch brain