M.A.B. - Numbers On The Boards (M.A.B.Mix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Numbers on The Boards

I'm so corrupted, Bitches, love it
Hotter than the sun, Niggas sin for substance
I've been living in hell
(Y'all Feel like that?)
Ye inspired me to sale
2-3's a day no Jordan's
Wanted soul? so I wrapped and recorded
Preme is what I seem, cuz now a days rap is horrid
Selling dreams, in my genes, learn my story
Chapter one probably stained from hash oil
Spill still fresh, never served past spoiled
Makin money with all of those comin up
I just left the District of Columbia
Got Politicians all in my contacts
You don't know their names yet, because they times next
2, I put numbers on their boards!
Sellin them raw tunes so they get through law school
And if they go past due
I'll still get they jaws screwed!
God! What's a a lawyer to a lord?
(You feel That way?)
You heard your times next? Don't Come up short like okafor
It's hard to be serene when you living with some fiends
Mind of Malcom X, I made a move by any means
Scholar, I'll put number on your boards!
Ballers, I'll put up number on your boys!



Mix Rap with Mary so all the masses can hear me
Shout out to Chance The Rapper, no need of acid to feel me
No weapons concealed only my rhymes gon be revealing
The Bags of Marijuana, Holy Water couldn't heal me, naw
Sinisters lookin silly to me
Fuck the law dog, I'm on a mental killing spree
I got that remedy, i'm selling mp3's, like raw, god
I put numbers on the boards
Need a new connect? i'm the plug for all you chords
How could you be boss if you ain't even got the force?
Taking 5 courses still fuckin up the dorms!
How can you relate, when you ain't never been a saint?
Preachin to best of em and living legends faint
Niggas with green O's move faster than Steve Austin
Running the game now blowing up, word to Boston...
God!