Atmosphere

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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