218 Lo - Numbers Lyrics

They killed him he was 15
Like 5'3
Died before his growth spurt
Now he 6 feet
He weighed 448
And he ain't obese
God gave him 24 hours
Now he locked in 23
I lost 7 day ones
I go through pain all week
Pills breaking Ma
She can't even keep a hunnid
Charge my phone in the hall
Just to keep that shit a hunnid
I'm your lottery ticket
You ain't gotta play them numbers

They killed him he was 15
Like 5'3
Died before his growth spurt
Now he 6 feet
He weighed 448
And he ain't obese
God gave him 24 hours
Now he locked in 23
I lost 7 day ones
I go through pain all week
Pills breaking Ma
She can't even keep a hunnid
Charge my phone in the hall
Just to keep that shit a hunnid
I'm your lottery ticket
You ain't gotta play them numbers

He ain't hiding money
He did 5 in the shoe
Heard the world end in 2020
And I hope it ain't true
They just pushed my nigga shit back to 2022
He was 23 doing 23 plus 52
That's like saying he coming home
2 thousand 90 something
I thought slavery ended 1865 or something
I lost contact with niggas like I ain't save they numbers
He done replying because he can't see I'm a hunnid
Lights was off ten times
Only one was an outage
Cable was off
We were still looking forward to Power
I'm the one
Oh, Oh, Oh
Let's keep it a thousand
Got the master
P L A N
I'm really bout it
Mug shots like photo shoots
We got too many pictures
The hood thirsty
And I know ain't no kool aid gon fix it
I see better days coming with this 2020 vision

God gave him 24 hours
Now he locked in 23
Pain all week
Pills breaking Ma
She can't even keep a hunnid
Just to keep that shit a hunnid