Atmosphere Little Math You lyrics

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Little Math You by Atmosphere 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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