Oh they don't know nothin no hip hop Look at 'em, at 'em man Little suburban What the fuck you at your shows homie? Don't listen to 'em You, do your thing
1] Little Math You, fifteen, And it shit if it ain't the cursin version With the sticker on the to piss off his dad Just that bitch to get off the rag, huh Little Math You from the burbs gotta it It's like the only thing that the nerve in his spirit Go ahead and make some ruckus for the of it And yell it on the about monotonous development telling me that this ain't for him right How many y'all motherfuckers get an him access and let Math You here ya Wait a a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror And when he does, him on his royalty Was peace when he just played the piece of the Love is love if that's what you I couldn't give a fuck where you grew up or where you live It goes...
Oh you a now huh You large now, your too large to forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker
2] Forget snitchin motherfucker, bitchin If you afraid of get the fuck out the kitchen They only come when you cookin up a And I'm supposed to be by your bulletproof vest? That come back, gun packin act Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug Fuck that, add up all the stories in raps And subtract each one that really from your past Take the and multiply With how many times in life you thought that you was gonna die that sum with the outcome Of how many kids you had you dropped an album Low ceiling for the masses of rappers of dope dealers that I know got broke 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 it everything that I have I'm a son and a dad Trynna mathematics for the growth I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a
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