Run your digits now

aggressive delivery of digits, minor key, high tension)

Fuck em, fuck em up yeah this shits on fire

(Rapid-fire rap, 140 bpm, deep bass beats)

Fuck em up, em up

Yeah this ours now

Clock in, count out

Run your digits down

You a boy if I ever seen one

Talk big, but you fold when the heat on

I been outside, same fit, same season

Made ten flips off a call, no reason

High stakes, thin ice, I skate clean

You chase likes, I chase green

Your crew all cap, my crew all mean

We walk in, whole room turn lean

Fuck em, fuck em up

yeah this shit ours now

Run your digits, run your digits, better bow down

I been adding, you subtracting, what you talkin bout

Em up, em up, em up, this my count now

You like to work for free, that’s wild

Sell soul for a look, cheap smile

I tax every favor like miles

You beg, I decide if it’s trial

Nasty dumpster face, whole vibe trash

I’m a vault door, you a cracked Cask

I move numbers quiet, then I move fast

Spreadsheet mind, street-smart math

[Chorus]x2

High tension, veins like wires

Every step up, whole rank gets higher

Say my name soft, say it with fire

Digits don’t lie, you the broke town crier