"Number's Up"

Verse 1:
Till the casket drop, I'm goin' in like drills; it's game time
Practice runs, throw shots 'til the caskets come
Give me 20 suicides, I don't mean that back an' forth
You think you number one, I push you back to fourth
I'm that better, another level, back wit' a vendetta
Nigga, it's now or never; on my post like a letter
Interstellar, I'm at a point too high for most to reach
Cosmic paramount, tighten niggaz up then air 'em out
They don't feel me, but I won't let that issue kill me
I let it fill me 'til it builds me up, remain illy
So silly, claim trill, but all fraud -- no Harry
Niggaz diggin' graves, now it's high time to bury
Bacdafucup, the gloc turn into Onyx, start singin' like Pentatonix
Nauseated clip... that mean it's finna vomit
This ain't gangsta talk, nigga it's just a warnin'
I'd hate to stiffin' you all up like early mornin'

Hook(x2):
I woke up, like, like "I know I'm gon' get it"
Got a plan in my head, so you know I'm all wit' it
When ya number's up, that's yo end of days
When the sun is up, time to get it, mayne

Verse 2:
Number's up, it's 'bout time for a overthrow
Flood the market wit' some killers; criminal overflow
School of hardknocks, I know what I'm supposed to know
Like how they move big birds -- chocobo
Death date, your fate's what my pen seal like Pocono
Go hard like morning wood when you wakin' up Pinocchio
Doper flow, top 15, aimin' for 10
Like a warhead homin' in on the Volunteer State
I'm all Silverback on my grizzly
Hybrid hustler, fuckaz don't wanna tempt me
solidified emcee, skill's a source of envy
Six-pack of whoop-ass, you don't wanna empty
Whooo... I swear I'm on a roll, A's an' B's
From A to B, ain't shit you can say to me
Bossin' up, pay the fee; I'm warnin' you, save ya team
You niggaz should quit runnin' on fumes an' save ya steam

Hook(x2)

Verse 3:
Lead us not into temptation, deliver us from beef
Testarossa retaliation, blood red spillin' in the street
That's my dream, so I gotta stack my cream to make it real
But I'm slackin' on my grind, how I'm 'posed to make a mil'
If I'm hustlin' backwards, moonwalkin' thru the hood
Life's a bitch, you talkin' like it's Meagan Goode
I feel I should throw it all away an' try to pass the bar
Or sell my soul to this game to gain money an' broads
Always been attracted to the fast life, I try to hide it
Fiend for mainstream rep, so my heart's divided
Between stayin' true an' sellin' out
But if you ain't sellin' shit, how can one gain clout?
These are questions that I ask on a daily
Got that Red Light rhetoric: Fuck you, pay me
Doin' without ain't good for my health
But I know if I want change, I must start wit' self

Hook(x2)