[Verse 1]

Losin' my protection, got me out of pocket

Started feelin' pressure, runnin' out of options

Why you tryna measure what I've done when you never did shit?

Only thing I didn't do, I didn't quit

I been movin' through the game at my own pace

If they wanna hear my new shit, I tell 'em, "No, thanks" (No, thanks)

You'll never see me at the label doin' dances on the table

Like a flavor, motherfucker, got my own taste

I'm a young Bobby Flay, young Guy Fieri

I been cookin' for a while, I think it's finally ready

Cincinatti need somebody who droppin' confetti

I throw it up like it's some of Mr. Mathers spaghetti

I know they watchin' like I'm supervised, all these suit and ties

Who could never make the music that they scrutinized

I guess the devil got a new disguise

I see the light, yeah, it's true at times

[Chorus]

Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)

Men lie, women lie

Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)

Men lie, women lie

Numbers lie too

They get a track that go platinum again

They get a plaque, but the numbers not true

Men lie, women lie

Numbers lie too

[Verse 2]

I got it out the scratch

Little Sour Patch Kid, send 'em flour packs

Countin' five ten, twenty, dreamin' countin' racks

Off a bean, get at least a couple hour max

Suicide every line, down to run it back

Startin' on a pistol, stoppin' on a whistle

Call it how I see it, y'all are not official

Pawns in the scheme, y'all are not essential

Con artist, so that artist artificial

I guess we got different standards, y'all don't understand this shit

I see the bigger pic, it doesn't fit the canvases

They sign an amateur with a friend who manage 'em

Then take advantage and vanish before the damage hits

They done ran 'em, man, it's easy to predict

You sign a major deal, they takin' 85 percent

That's a lick, even when you makin' hits, that's a rip

By the way, you gotta pay for all the splits, don't forget

And you gotta pay 'em back for what they spent to get you poppin'

On said Diddy hoes and the videos and Designer shoppin'

They pick a single for the project, decide if you can drop it

Then fabricate the drama just to get the people talkin'

That's how the numbers get inflated

And people think it's good if the data validated

That's how you take the easy road to gettin' famous

That's how you fake it 'til you make it

[Chorus]

Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)

Men lie, women lie

Numbers lie too (Numbers lie too)

Men lie, women lie

Numbers lie too

They get a track that go platinum again

They get a plaque, but the numbers not true

Men lie, women lie

Numbers lie too

[Outro]

They pay for a track to go platinum again

Just to get a plaque, but the numbers not true

Men lie, women lie

Numbers lie too