23RcB - Mathematics

Forty eight hours
Two days
That's like fifty plays
Twenty three fives
Four quarter pounds
And two whole thangs
Thirteen bands
I keep this up I can play it crazy
You never had a run
This paper chase ain't made for the lazy
I'm my daddy son if I ain't doin shit I'ma get this pape
I'ma boss nigga born to play it crazy on interstates
At the coney blick on me scale under the paper plate
Terrified of bein broke DA can't scare Rc with a cage
I'm the illest in Nebraska
Clean and quite dapper
Peep the closet damn near a quarter mil in the hamper
Call back if I don't answer
People blowin my phone down
Paranoid I'm hearin ghetto birds and them one sounds
Bag hit I'ma be sick if I gotta flush it down
Hit the crib ?
Lil nigga please I gotta hundred rounds
Treat you like my custos treat the bag and spark that ass down
Got shipped good blicks and chop sticks from that one town
FMJs on all of them thangs
Silencers cause they loud
Stash that one bag under the bag
Dryer sheets calm it down
Stash the tens and thirties in the ceiling then I marked the tile
Nigga called them people cause I'm shittin bitch thats flagrant foul
I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen
I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen
Aye
What's todays mathematics ?
Hell yea we still taxin
Did I say I'm givin deals ?
Alright bitch stop askin
Niggas say I'm on my shit again I can't stop spazzin Aye
RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say
RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say
Aye
One thirteens
Four forty eights
Them bitches around
Tan and white
Pills and pints
Ain't hard to be found
Chill bro them people listenin
I ain't gone say too much
Designer fabric
Cartier glasses
That's what narcotics bought
Me foldin in that room lil nigga will never be a thought
Bro talkin down on gang them IG lives is what got him caught aye
I ain't gone play no roles
Shittin on all my foes
Downtown loft in cali kings where I'm bussin down all my hoes
Old hoes tryna spin the block so that pussy bouta be sold
Streets been talkin hella loud I'ma tell you what I was told
Yo mans gettin extorted
Yo big homie reportin
The bitches that tried to play me doin bad I peeped em whorin
These niggas ain't from the hole
They lyin tryna get on
Claim they fuck with Meech and them but they can barely move a bow
Stop the bullshit
I know cap when I hear it
These niggas purpin like they workin
See the crumb in his spirit
If I came up with Ace and Mitch the beeper wouldn't stop beepin
Line dry they ain't buyin that bag you barely eatin
Now you starvin and creepin playa hatin and schemin
Anthony Davis ass nigga you ain't balled all season
I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen
I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen
What's todays mathematics ?
Hell yea we still taxin
Did I say I'm givin deals ?
Alright bitch stop askin
Niggas say I'm on that shit again I can't stop spazzin Aye
RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say
RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say
Whats todays mathematics ?
Hell yea I'm still taxin
Whats todays mathematics ?
Hell yea I'm still taxin nigga
Is you gone pay that ?

Written by:
Bre'Aire McWilliams-Hamilton

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