[Style: Introspective Atlanta trap vocalist, gritty textured auto-tune, determined high-end flow, cold delivery] [Tempo: 135 BPM] [Beat: Minor-key synth pads rolling instantly into heavy bouncing 808s and sharp triplet hi-hats] [Verse 1] Phones ringing non-stop from the people who forgot Asking for favors like they owned a single spot Counting up the digits while the weather turning chill Every single contract is a signature and seal Used to eat the dust now we dining on the plane People change their tune when you master up the game Faces in the mirror looking different than before Stepping past the perimeter and locking up the door [Chorus] Numbers on the ledger never tell a single lie Climbing up the mountain just to watch the eagles fly Cold at the summit but the view is looking clear Pockets full of paper, there is nothing left to fear Trust is a currency that nobody wants to spend Building up a fortress till the very bitter end [Verse 2] Calculating risks in the middle of the night Keeping all the focus on the metrics and the right Family and business kept strictly on the line Working through the pressure till the profits start to shine Silence in the room when the decisions get profound Every calculated move is shaking up the ground No room for mistakes when you operating high Looking at the ceiling as the decades flutter by [Chorus] Numbers on the ledger never tell a single lie Climbing up the mountain just to watch the eagles fly Cold at the summit but the view is looking clear Pockets full of paper, there is nothing left to fear Trust is a currency that nobody wants to spend Building up a fortress till the very bitter end [Outro] Ledger closing down with the totals in the black Moving forward heavy and we never turning back The air is thinning out where the elite begin to tread Only facts and figures left inside the wake instead
