T-Rock immediately moved to Memphis and began recording. His clever lyricism and tongue-twisting style immediately endeared T-Rock to fans all over the south. Widely regarded as one of the best lyricists to ever grace a Three 6 Mafia track, his appearances were partly responsible for the platinum successes of two albums and the sale of hundreds of thousands of other albums.
After a series of disagreements between he and his label, T-Rock decided to leave the Hypnotized Minds imprint he was signed to and embark on an independent career. Hooking up with his hometown crew Area 51, T-Rock went on to release several underground classics that have sold over 100,000 copies with barely any promotion or radio play. T-Rock has worked with a multitude of artists that include Too Short, Pastor Troy, Lil' Scrappy, Bo Hagon, Gangsta Boo, Lil Weavah, Max Minelli,Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Gangsta Pat, Al Kapone, Young Buck, Macboney & AK (of P$C) and Bizzy Bone just to name a few major names.
2006 was a great year for T-Rock and his fans as it saw the release of 'The Kush'. The album features production from M.A.J. of Xplosive Productions, DJ Cree, and T-Rock himself. Guest appearances include Max Minelli, P. Dukes of Countree Noise, and his Area 51 family. "This will be my most complete album to date," states the fiery emcee, "I've grown a lot and I believe its gonna show on this album." To say the south is waiting for this release would be an understatement.
Numbers
T-Rock Lyrics
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Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
Five, six, seven, eight, put that shit up in the safe
Got these numbers running up and I ain't ever catch a case
One, two, three, four, making money, making more
Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
Five, six, seven, eight, put that shit up in the safe
Got these numbers running up and I ain't ever catch a case
Lock down, bitch you know it's facts, yeah I'm finna
Pop out, spazzin up on everybody till they
Walk out, graduated but I'm acting like a drop out
I just took a fifth of whiskey, to the face
Habits got me smoking drinking every day
Feeling presidential, but this ain't a race
When they put me down, medicate
Tell me why the fuck she wanna call me daddy huh
Show my lady to the world cuz she a baddy huh
Sipping on the good shit, came up from nattys huh
Tugging on my jeans, she really call me daddy yuh
One, two, three, four, making money, making more
Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
Five, six, seven, eight, put that shit up in the safe
Got these numbers running up and I ain't ever catch a case
One, two, three, four, making money, making more
Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
Five, six, seven, eight, put that shit up in the safe
Got these numbers running up and I ain't ever catch a case
Trapping, that's just what we do until we make it
Happen, I'll be faded off a bottle when I'm
Rappin, got these motherfuckers round me and they
Cappin, pull up on them, they don't know that I am
Rapid
Like a covid test, I am such a holy mess
I just want a rollie wrist, I don't know why I exist
But it's okay cuz I got a drank
I don't really care what everybody think
Tell me why the fuck she wanna call me daddy huh
Show my lady to the world cuz she a baddy huh
Sipping on the good shit, came up from nattys huh
Tugging on my jeans, she really call me daddy
One, two, three, four, making money, making more
Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
Five, six, seven, eight, put that shit up in the safe
Got these numbers running up and I ain't ever catch a case
One, two, three, four, making money, making more
Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
Five, six, seven, eight, put that shit up in the safe
Got these numbers running up and I ain't ever catch a case
One, two, three, four, making money, making more
Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
One, two, three, four
The lyrics to T-Rock's song "Numbers" focus on the theme of making money and enjoying the fruits of success. In the chorus, the artist emphasizes the act of counting money and accumulating wealth. The repetition of numbers one, two, three, four, along with phrases like "making money, making more," and "counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore," all underline the central idea of financial prosperity and the satisfaction that comes with it.
The song also touches on themes of indulgence and partying. In the verses, T-Rock mentions drinking, smoking, and acting recklessly. He talks about taking a fifth of whiskey to the face and engaging in habits that involve drinking and smoking every day. However, he also acknowledges the consequences of his lifestyle, mentioning the need to medicate when feeling down.
The lyrics also mention the presence of a romantic partner, referred to as "my lady," who is showcased proudly to the world because she is considered attractive or impressive. There is a playful dynamic between the artist and his partner, with her calling him "daddy" and tugging on his jeans.
Overall, the song portrays a lifestyle centered around material wealth and the enjoyment of life's pleasures, with a hint of self-awareness about the consequences and potential pitfalls that come with it.
Line by Line Meaning
One, two, three, four, making money, making more
Continuously increasing my wealth by earning and acquiring more money
Counting up this paper till my motherfucking fingers sore
Tirelessly tallying the amount of cash I have accumulated until my fingers ache
Five, six, seven, eight, put that shit up in the safe
Organizing and storing the money securely in a safe once I reach a certain amount
Got these numbers running up and I ain't ever catch a case
My financial digits are consistently increasing, and I have never been implicated in any legal trouble
Top down, i been drinking every day, since the
With the roof down, I have been consuming alcoholic beverages daily, starting from
Lock down, bitch you know it's facts, yeah I'm finna
During the lockdown period, you know it's true, I am about to
Pop out, spazzin up on everybody till they
Appear and showcase my talent aggressively to the point where they
Walk out, graduated but I'm acting like a drop out
Leave because they cannot handle my success. Although I have completed my education, I behave as if I never attended school
I just took a fifth of whiskey, to the face
I recently consumed a significant amount of whiskey in one shot
Habits got me smoking drinking every day
My repetitive behaviors have led me to smoke and drink on a daily basis
Feeling presidential, but this ain't a race
Experiencing a sense of importance and authority, but this is not a competition
When they put me down, medicate
When others criticize or belittle me, I resort to using medication as a coping mechanism
Tell me why the fuck she wanna call me daddy huh
I am perplexed as to why she desires to address me as 'daddy,' expressing a mixture of shock and curiosity
Show my lady to the world cuz she a baddy huh
I proudly present my attractive and desirable partner to the public because she possesses an impressive demeanor
Sipping on the good shit, came up from nattys huh
Leisurely consuming high-quality alcoholic beverages, having progressed from cheaper, lower-quality options
Tugging on my jeans, she really call me daddy yuh
Pulling on my jeans, she genuinely refers to me as 'daddy,' expressing a sense of affection or intimacy
Trapping, that's just what we do until we make it
Engaging in street activities such as drug dealing until we achieve success
Happen, I'll be faded off a bottle when I'm
Occur, I will be intoxicated from consuming an entire bottle of alcohol when I
Rappin, got these motherfuckers round me and they
Rapping, I have individuals who support and surround me, and they
Cappin, pull up on them, they don't know that I am
Lying or boasting, I confront and surprise them unaware that I am
Rapid
Quick and intense
Like a covid test, I am such a holy mess
Similar to a COVID-19 test, I am a complete disaster with religious implications
I just want a rollie wrist, I don't know why I exist
I simply desire to wear a luxurious Rolex watch on my wrist, and I am uncertain about the purpose of my existence
But it's okay cuz I got a drank
However, it is acceptable because I possess an alcoholic beverage
I don't really care what everybody think
I genuinely do not prioritize or concern myself with the opinions of others
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Brandon Brock
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