Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.
Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest
New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,
Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain
To rap while cursed by math
I can get straight to the cash
So cool, my bitch got no shoes
They say, "follow the rules,
Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her
I run 8 squared miles, exponent mekhi phifer
But it ain't no rules in this game giving slobs blue
You reflect me, i love that about you
Do the math, get the sum
Bet i get like 8 of them
Principal in this bitch i make the rules.
When they hear me rocking the groove
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