Ask around they’ll tell you I’m a,

Young Black king, aim for the goat

Make it a thing, aim for throat

Sick of these lames, they do the most

Fuck up the vibe, can make your way to the door

My vision, allure, got me on top, cannot be alone

They wanna stop me and block but hide from a phone

Nothing left to say about the numbers, aw yea

And I’m A do the same all summer, all year

Don’t ask me for a thang if you run up, Aw yea

Cause you was never there for the come up, Aw yea

Can’t believe it, it’s so intriguing, how I turned a “oh he decent” into a season

I mean it, the paper booming, I think it’s peaking

I seen it, I drew the sequence, it drew the defense

I spent it, then bring it back up, it’s like a remix

They told me that had my back once, I never seen it

I dreamed it

Then believed it

I know the oops location everywhere I frequent

I swear my life been getting crazy, had a talk with my pride

It said if life a gamble why not roll 7’s every time, I hear you

Nothing left to say about the numbers, aw yea

And I’m A do the same all summer, all year

When I want it, gotta get it in my hands, though

I never seem to get what I been praying for

I got things I done lost a couple friends for

The blues printed, so I guess it’s in the plans though

I understand though

I can’t stand a n**** out here flexing like he working, just be honest

Or a woman who intention is to get you out a dolla

I got real s*** on my schedule, I do not live my momma

Need more, I’ll update you when I find it

Nothing left to say about the numbers, aw yea

And I’m A do the same all summer, all year