Oh they know nothin bout no hip hop at 'em, look at 'em man Little fucks What the fuck you doin at shows homie? listen to 'em Math You, do your thing
1] Little Math You, fifteen, And it shit if it ain't the cursin version the sticker on the front to piss off his dad Just tell bitch to get off the rag, huh Little Math You from the gotta here it It's like the only that puts the nerve in his spirit Go ahead and make some for the hell of it And yell it on the streets about development telling me that this ain't for him right How many y'all get an invite? Give him access and let You here ya Wait a a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror And he does, check him on his royalty Was peace when he just played the piece of the is love if that's what you give I couldn't a fuck about where you grew up or where you live It goes...
Oh you a now huh You large now, your too to talk Don't forget I used to you free refills motherfucker
2] Forget motherfucker, stop bitchin If you afraid of rats get the out the kitchen They only come you cookin up a mess And I'm supposed to be impressed by your vest? That come back, gun touch act Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug that, add up all the stories in your raps And subtract each one that really from your past Take the remainder and With how many times in your life you thought that you was die Divide sum with the outcome Of how many kids you had before you an album Low ceiling for the masses of rappers Most of dope dealers that I know got ladders Try to both factors, shit I can't imagine that math I'm just a school brat But I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I I'm a son and a dad Trynna mathematics for the growth I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can a video
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