Arithmetic

After my thoughts darken

While I'm talking to my shadow

Mother said I was cunning

Imagination running wild

Eyes raised infatuated with money piles

Pot chasin, with Jason tryna touch a style

I can here the voices of the serpents seductive

Next mama asking where her purse went

Park bench fences, seeing images of angels

Searching for syringes, vintage when it rains slow

Chains glow with the glitter

That the moon catch

Black Nikes zoom tech, Bleed a whole room wet

Suicide I contemplated my solitude

See my soul, leaving my body

After I follow through, pass the dice

See you niggas in the afterlife

Slick as black ice, come back twice

Black Christ, shining under black lights

Couldn't cure my obsession with the fast life

My last flight

Remember this

Hi ?

Ho-how you feeling

Son, son

Chilling, be gone

Young black cat

Nine lives, with nine wives

Commit nine crimes, nine times

Til' nine lies

Stakes is high

Gave you 45 ways to die

6-feet below the Earth

Hope you taste the sky

Chasing my high

My heart broke and bitter

Chain-smoking my swishers

Liquor over my liver, frozen

Different potions pop open

I kiss the ocean

Forget the notion of vanity as I twist the vulcan

All for the almighty

Bills cast brightly

Colors of jaded

Bundles of cake that entice me

Numbers in the count scrow

Women bounce slow

Master of Arithmetic

This that new district shit

Still represent the clique I'm with

Pistol whip, Shadys pouring

Remy over crystals with

Everybody I do business with

Sub Pop, Sub Pop

The realist ones gone feel this huh?

Paper eyes, continuum

To Make a dollar infinite of em

Make me holler when im feeling numb

Peeling back and reeling some

Stealing fast and killing some

The illest come when the trill is done

The realest ones gone feel this huh?

I like Js, I'm diligent keep chokin'

The light change, the buildings collide smokin'

9/11 memories, spiritual guide broken

How much the subway, I'm hoppin the train coastin'

The feeling so combative, the struggle with drug addicts

You want to make smart choices, or the results tragic

I want to be Dope at it, You wannabe Hoes at it again

So stop fuckin' with busters and broke men

I was gonna make a suggestion

If you can get it down here in 20 minutes, I'll hear your confession

Cause it was getting kind of hectic but written for my skeptics

To get it right, cause ain't a muthafucka protected

In the 206 doin shit making it ?

And your forever in position to get hated a lot

It comes with the turf

Head down stick to the work

I got the thick yellow rocks that keep them tracing the dirt

I know this bitch better come bring the paper the First

Its right there and imma fuck with my niggas

We fight tears and drink beers and more shit

Bros the old clique, we cold as the cholos trynna work ?

Who knows I'm supposed to be home before six

But P got a nigga high as different strokes kids

Jeff Gilus, rock rock on, yeah

T Rock. rock rock on, yeah

Sub Pop, rock rock on, yeah

Palaceer, rock rock on, yeah

My girl Stas, rock rock on, yeah

? rock rock on, yeah

Fly Guy Dai, rock rock on, yeah

Infinite rock, rock on, yeah

Narcotic, rock rock on, yeah

Nate Jack, rock rock on, yeah

Chemetic, rock rock on, yeah

Constellation, rock rock on, yeah

D Black, rock rock on, yeah

Hunnid Casthro, rock rock on, yeah

Young Ike, rock rock on, yeah

Yeah....