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Little Math You Lyrics - Strictly Leakage - Atmosphere

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... 

 

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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 

 

[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 

 

Photos 

 

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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