Lirik Lagu Little Math You - Atmosphere
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Oh they don't know nothin bout no hip hopLook at 'em, look at 'em manLittle suburban fucksWhat the fuck you doin at your shows homie?Don't listen to 'em Math You, do your thing
[Verse 1]Little Math You, fifteen, suburbanAnd it ain't shit if it ain't the cursin versionWith the sticker on the front to piss off his dadJust tell that bitch to get off the rag, huhLittle Math You from the burbs gotta here itIt's like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spiritGo ahead and make some ruckus for the hell of itAnd yell it on the streets about monotonous developmentYour telling me that this ain't for him rightHow many y'all motherfuckers get an invite?Give him access and let Math You here yaWait a half a year and he'll be rapping in that mirrorAnd when he does, check him on his royaltyWas peace when he just played the piece of the royaltiesLove is love if that's what you giveI couldn't give a fuck about where you grew up or where you liveIt goes...
Oh you a star now huhYou large now, your too large to talkDon't forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker
[Verse 2]Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop bitchinIf you afraid of rats get the fuck out the kitchenThey only come when you cookin up a messAnd I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof vest?That come back, gun packin touch actThug chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapperFuck that, add up all the stories in your rapsAnd subtract each one that isn't really from your pastTake the remainder and multiplyWith how many times in your life you thought that you was gonna dieDivide that sum with the outcomeOf how many kids you had before you dropped an albumLow ceiling for the masses of dope rappersMost of dope dealers that I know got broke laddersTry to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine that mathI'm just a high school bratBut I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I haveCause I'm a son and a dadTrynna learn mathematics for the growthI'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 timeIf 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}
[Verse 1]Little Math You, fifteen, suburbanAnd it ain't shit if it ain't the cursin versionWith the sticker on the front to piss off his dadJust tell that bitch to get off the rag, huhLittle Math You from the burbs gotta here itIt's like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spiritGo ahead and make some ruckus for the hell of itAnd yell it on the streets about monotonous developmentYour telling me that this ain't for him rightHow many y'all motherfuckers get an invite?Give him access and let Math You here yaWait a half a year and he'll be rapping in that mirrorAnd when he does, check him on his royaltyWas peace when he just played the piece of the royaltiesLove is love if that's what you giveI couldn't give a fuck about where you grew up or where you liveIt goes...
Oh you a star now huhYou large now, your too large to talkDon't forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker
[Verse 2]Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop bitchinIf you afraid of rats get the fuck out the kitchenThey only come when you cookin up a messAnd I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof vest?That come back, gun packin touch actThug chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapperFuck that, add up all the stories in your rapsAnd subtract each one that isn't really from your pastTake the remainder and multiplyWith how many times in your life you thought that you was gonna dieDivide that sum with the outcomeOf how many kids you had before you dropped an albumLow ceiling for the masses of dope rappersMost of dope dealers that I know got broke laddersTry to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine that mathI'm just a high school bratBut I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I haveCause I'm a son and a dadTrynna learn mathematics for the growthI'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 timeIf 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}
