Numbers On The Boards (Remix)

[Verse 1] Too many rappers Not enough dope music One two many rappers To be rapping bout dope music Selling wolf tickets Like they raffling the dope. Prove it ..you & ya folks music Sound just like folk music Real dealers Wouldn't even wrap a brick of dope to it ..look if you gon ball You should grow two then Don't think shopping at the mall For her gon' do shit Caking wit cha broad Finna blow through it She call me Kareem Abdul Jabbar When I throw two in All for the gipper It was told in the scriptures Real nigga I don't even pose for my pictures Money over bitches Like it's thrown in a strip club See bossing's in my jeans Like it's sewn on my britches On the road to richest She just rode for the privilege Bet Erica throw tantrums Like that jawnt that's with rich does Hopping out the sixth man Like a game of pick up What good is calling shots Them niggas never pick up I'm so stuck up They paying Nick ransoms Don't understand my methods So they saying it's random All across the board But VA where it's ran from The starting line the only thing A nigga done ran from Way too many bums Not enough go getters Too many dirtbags not enough go diggers Horses on the car Yea hi ho silver Everyone knows I'm on a run Like a coke sniffers Dropped the mixtape Shit sounded like the best of I mean business in the booth I should pull a desk up Next up More shit, more flips, just cause [Break] More bitches, more liquor, more pistols Less fucks ...I put numbers on accords Whipping up that eye Like a half a brick of raw Built this DRREAM brick by brick I will never brick a joint Hope bad wolfs go mad horse Tryna tear a brick apart What up crooks we only one up...push Niggas hearing this and think I'm tryna one up Push But putting numbers on the board is what it sums up too This summer time the summers mine I'm putting sum up too It's road to Riche$t DRREAM What up crooks not tryna one up Push The summer time The summer's mine Is what it sums up to It's Road to Richest