Number Song - Akir

One summer day, jumped out, dipped in a hallway

A seed too untrained, serving ‘caine on Broadway

Had it pouring like rain—cocaine the raw way

Throwing rocks in the war but didn’t know what it’s for

Laying deep in a ride while harassed by five

In a sick whip, stick shift, six-speed, sick shit

Hit the block about seven o’clock

Air Forces on the blacktop, trees in my sock

fix me a plate.

It was late, but in

My face, I was hungry, so a nigga still ate.

Back on

The streets, still walking with The Beast and their nines.

Jumped in

A ride and reclined, feeling the world was mine

Roll a L and I picked up some wine ‘cause shorty’s fine

Likes to have a good time, plus she knows all my rhymes

To all my niggas: safe journey through the world and these crimes

Things come in due time—one—I'm out with the dime

In one second, three amigos ran into the store

Pushed a negro, shot the gringo with a chrome forty-four

With the lingo commanding his people

Through the dirt, we’ll grow rich from this root of evil

at their ransack on Fifth Ave., stacked now

With a six NASDAQ.

Now they’re rich

One turn and revving.

The other Godbody known as seven

The last brethren caught his karma fast, passed to Heaven

He had a mill'.

This nigga stashed eight hundred

Thou' with undisclosed account, plus in a stashed base

He hid it from his wife Tina, gave the codes to

His ho Nina when he was handling a misdemeanor

They ran up on Nina in a silver two-seater

Getting bent with no cheese, looking like she

O.D.

Here come the police.

Nina said they

Don’t mean.

To jail they were sent ten years for intent