Lyrics:
It by myself no one wanted to assist
Fell off rebounded
Have 'em all astounded
When you see me doing my thing best bring an accountant
Numbers numbers
I was only 6
Mama moved me out the islands
I was only 7 and alone
I was silent
When I turned 8
I do wonders with my writing
By the age of 9
You could
tackle ya (uh)
I guess I'm a Super Bowl bachelor (bachelor)
Go hard in the gym, no cameras (hard)
I think I see blood, no Dracula (blood)
I'm an animal,
Green getting bun down like I'm putting with my caddy
Living by the beach but its Brighton not Miami
Soon copping visas like I used to cop the three fives
air freshener
Live life beyond the frame for moments you can't capture
Bachelor with a Bachelor's
But I'm just not sure
If there's anything out there
like I got cash money on the dashboard
Smash like I got bad vision on the bachelor
Streaming numbers like I hit the pedal
Lie to dada useless I'm Gepetto
through the night
King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right
Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
In the morn', I'm gone
chorus (sung
yeah I'm running past everyone
Coming for heads and I'm cutting them one by one
Call me the goat yeah they see that I'm number one
This shit isn't
representin', nigga, the U.P.T.
I'm a hard stuntin' nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people
I'm the number one
yea
Yea yea
Grew up with the gang
Bunch of renegades
I come from the ghetto
But I ain't living there
Did some phenomena
That boy he a menace
Can tell by
heart up
Baby, now that we're alone, got a request
Would you make me number one on your playlist?
Got your Dre headphones with the left side
other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I'm so done with first class
With a bag and a baddie like Selena
Mamma mia, cash flipping,
the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI"
What's that? "Totally with it,
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys to the car and the home
But her friends were really his friends
No one stops by to see her much
white butterflies
I'm going down
With my imagination
I'm pumping up my sound
To numb me up baby by the pound
I'm getting off the ground
I'm heavy off
to you
And they ask you for a dime
Before you lead 'em down that other line
Well, give 'em my number
Give 'em my number
And tell 'em I'm waitin' by
maybe change
'Cause my dad worked three jobs to give me a great life
So I'm not gonna waste that by settling down
Turned myself into a veteran now
My
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me,
They wanna see us go down
But we not fulfilling their wish
You know I'm not switching my style
You know I'm not switching my friends
Yeah, I know
Its
Not concerned with a degree, she prefers being a freak
How she go from tryin’a get her bachelor’s
To one night stands with every man that’s a bachelor
might see much more then lootin where I'm from
Couple blocks down ain't no pinning no dolls for control
Brodie they do voodoo by the gun
And I say that
I'm a young bachelor.
I forgot her name, excuse me ma'am
Woah
Yeah, check me out
I'm a young bachelor
I forgot her name, excuse me ma'am
I had
Blowing up my phone
Looking for your man
If I wanted him
Then I surely can
Have him on lock
And have your number blocked
You just another bird
Man
obnoxious
Shutting it down attracts us
It's harder to acknowledge
The one with the gun
Is in the mirror
So don't shoot the messenger
Like a fed up wrestler
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