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conversations.value: Write me a song called Numbers on the Boards with the following description: “Numbers on the Boards” was the second single from My Name Is My Name. This intense, wordplay-dense track is a fan-favorite from MNIMN. Push says he wanted it to sound like a “street record.” Rolling Stone rated the single 4 out of 5 stars.
  This song was for the fans, Push says, “I wanted it to sound like a mixtape—just that un-compromised rap feel. It’s what that [rap] purist loves. I think they spoke out loud when I dropped it. It’s a monster.”
  Pusha told MTV News that Kanye West, who produced the song, dropped it spontaneously on May 10th, without his label’s permission:
  Ye just called me and said, “Man, I’m gonna send you this record. And I called him back and told him it was crazy. He told me, "I'mma put it out in 15 minutes.” I asked him, “Did you call the label?” Because we leak records all the time, we lie, we say we don’t know how it happened, we got hacked, and it’s always such a big issue. So I asked if he called them and Kanye said, “No, I didn’t call them and I’m putting it out in 15 minutes.” So, it dropped, man.
  The minimalistic cover art was designed by Kanye during the video shoot for the music video:
  
  That was the beginning of the minimal wave that we got on. We thought that song was so dynamic, a song where we had to implement these design ideas.
  There was the video going around when we put the song out, I was going crazy and talking to Ye on the phone when I first heard the final version of [“Numbers on the Boards”]. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. He asked me what I was gonna wear when we shot the video, and I screamed at him, “This is about drugs and black T-shirts! This is not about fashion.” That turned into another conversation—Then what’s the artwork? He was like, “there’s no artwork.” That was the extreme theme, and our first way of implementing what we were discussing about the stark and minimal, art where the primary focus is on the music.
  
  —Pusha T, Interview with The Fader
  “Who I Am” was released with a similar album cover that reads, “No Artwork 2.”, while a “No Artwork 3” would come along with Kanye West’s 2016 posse cut “Champions.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Yeah
  )
  How you feelin'?
   (
  Fine
  )
  You feel alright?
  [Verse 1]
  I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me (
  Yeah
  )
  It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys (
  Y'all feel like danc—
  )
  Your SL's missin' an S, nigga (
  Y'all feel like danc—
  )
  Your plane's missin' a chef
  The common theme, see, they both got wings
  If you fly, do it to death
  It's only one God, and it's only one crown
  So it's only one king that can stand on this mound (
  Yeah
  )
  King Push, kingpin, overlord
  Coast Guard come, a hundred goin' overboard (
  Yeah
  )
  I got money with the best of 'em
  Go blow-for-blow with any Mexican
  Don't let your side bitches settle in
  Might have to headbutt your Evelyn
  Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
  Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword
  Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a whore
  Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw (
  Y'all feel like danc—
  )
  Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes
  We really gym stars, I'm like D. Rose
  No D-League, I'm like this close
  '88 Jordan, leapin' from the free-throw (
  Yeah
  ) [Chorus]
  Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
  Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
  [Verse 2]
  Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
  Mix drug and show money, "Biggs" Burke on tour  (
  Yeah
  )
  Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore
  Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more
  I see flaw, cracks in your diamond
  CB4
   
  when you rhyme, Simple Simon
  Come and meet the pieman,
   
  a must that I flaunt it
  The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us
  Ballers, I put numbers on the boards (
  Yeah
  )
  Can't a bitch livin' say I bought her Michael Kors (
  Yeah
  )
  Every car driven was decided by the horse
  Keep the sticker in the window case you wonder what it cost
  How could you relate when you ain't never been great
  And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga?
  I might sell a brick on my birthday
  Thirty-six years of doin' dirt like it's Earth Day— God!
  [Chorus]
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  Y'all feel like danc—
  )
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  Y'all feel like danc—
  )
  Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
  (
  Y'all feel like danc—
  )