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