Numb to the Core
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh
Yeah, I'm numb, numb, numb to the core
When I'm done, done, yeah, I'll be on the floor
You better hide, 'cuz I have no remorse
When I die, just know that it's by choice
I took my rags off, and put my riches on
All my ops getting crossed, Josh Richardson
Yeah, I said I'll pull up like I'm Devin
All these bitches got like seven
Why you think that you my brethren
Boy, I'll send your ass to heaven
Ohhh Ohhh
Yeah, I glew up then I turned into a monster
Yeah, smoking on that loud like I'm a Rasta
Yeah, yeah, I run the game look at my roster
You an imposter
Check, check, one two three four five
Yeah, I heard you want some money, you can have it when I die
And I'm sipping on that Henny 'cuz it helps me clear my mind, yeah
Clear my mind, need to clear my mind, yeah
Been inside my head I feel like I'm gonna die
Yeah, I'm numb, numb, numb to the core
When I'm done, done, yeah, I'll be on the floor
You better hide, 'cuz I have no remorse
When I die, just know that it's by choice
I took my rags off, and put my riches on
All my ops getting crossed, Josh Richardson
Yeah, I said I'll pull up like I'm Devin
All these bitches got like seven
Why you think that you my brethren
Boy, I'll send your ass to heaven
Ohhhh Ohhhh
Yeah, I glew up then I turned into a monster
Yeah, smoking on that loud like I'm a Rasta
Yeah, yeah, I run the game look at my roster
You an imposter
I've been feeling so numb
With the gang we always pull up, we don't run
Two shots to your head got you looking real dumb, yeah
Two twin Glocks and I wield 'em tandem, yeah
Fuck all of the ops turn 'em into phantoms
Then I pull up to the block in a fucking Phantom
Yeah, I'm numb, numb, numb to the core
When I'm done, done, yeah, I'll be on the floor
You better hide, 'cuz I have no remorse
When I die, just know that it's by choice
I took my rags off, and put my riches on
All my ops getting crossed, Josh Richardson
Yeah, I said I'll pull up like I'm Devin
All these bitches got like seven
Why you think that you my brethren
Boy, I'll send your ass to heaven
Ohhh Ohhh
Yeah, I glew up then I turned into a monster
Yeah, smoking on that loud like I'm a Rasta
Yeah, yeah, I run the game look at my roster
You an imposter
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh
Yeah, I'm numb, numb, numb to the core
When I'm done, done, yeah, I'll be on the floor
You better hide, 'cuz I have no remorse
When I die, just know that it's by choice
I took my rags off, and put my riches on
All my ops getting crossed, Josh Richardson
Yeah, I said I'll pull up like I'm Devin
All these bitches got like seven
Why you think that you my brethren
Boy, I'll send your ass to heaven
Ohhh Ohhh
Yeah, I glew up then I turned into a monster
Yeah, smoking on that loud like I'm a Rasta
Yeah, yeah, I run the game look at my roster
You an imposter
Check, check, one two three four five
Yeah, I heard you want some money, you can have it when I die
And I'm sipping on that Henny 'cuz it helps me clear my mind, yeah
Clear my mind, need to clear my mind, yeah
Been inside my head I feel like I'm gonna die
Yeah, I'm numb, numb, numb to the core
When I'm done, done, yeah, I'll be on the floor
You better hide, 'cuz I have no remorse
When I die, just know that it's by choice
I took my rags off, and put my riches on
All my ops getting crossed, Josh Richardson
Yeah, I said I'll pull up like I'm Devin
All these bitches got like seven
Why you think that you my brethren
Boy, I'll send your ass to heaven
Ohhhh Ohhhh
Yeah, I glew up then I turned into a monster
Yeah, smoking on that loud like I'm a Rasta
Yeah, yeah, I run the game look at my roster
You an imposter
I've been feeling so numb
With the gang we always pull up, we don't run
Two shots to your head got you looking real dumb, yeah
Two twin Glocks and I wield 'em tandem, yeah
Fuck all of the ops turn 'em into phantoms
Then I pull up to the block in a fucking Phantom
Yeah, I'm numb, numb, numb to the core
When I'm done, done, yeah, I'll be on the floor
You better hide, 'cuz I have no remorse
When I die, just know that it's by choice
I took my rags off, and put my riches on
All my ops getting crossed, Josh Richardson
Yeah, I said I'll pull up like I'm Devin
All these bitches got like seven
Why you think that you my brethren
Boy, I'll send your ass to heaven
Ohhh Ohhh
Yeah, I glew up then I turned into a monster
Yeah, smoking on that loud like I'm a Rasta
Yeah, yeah, I run the game look at my roster
You an imposter
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Writer(s): Ted Michaels
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