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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

[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}
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}