I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have
Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.
Adding all this up, its hard to see us as equal
I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.
I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth
We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math
Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*
See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change
I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,
Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids
Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back
To understand the dividing lines and barriers that,
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