Little Math You

Atmosphere

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    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

    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...

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    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

    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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