Today's Math
You fucking with a nigha that's crazy man
I'm from Sutphin and Baisley man
I been killing nighaz from way
back my nighaz known what I mean when I say that
They say Radio ain't gon play that
Now you hear me on the radio across the map
The world is New York now
Ain't nothing eating pork now
Everybody put ya forks down
If I can't eat it's a ghost town
What is hip hop a roast now
Nighaz diss each other laugh it off fuckin clowns
Universal soul circus if you ask me
All I see is skinny jeans when nighaz pass me
All I hear is corny nighaz on these mixtapes
But they still made one so I ain't gon hate
At least they doin something
They could be robbing or shooting something
Or out in Baltimore looting something
Police killing us and think we ain't gon do nothing
That was a message to the black man
Nothin to do with hoes or a lap dance
And nah I ain't trying to preach
I'm just the hottest nigha on the street
Peace God what's Today's Math
He don't know whip that nigha ass
That's how my pops and uncle gave it up
My crew don't fuck around down play with us
Peace God what's Today's Math
He don't know whip that nigha ass
That's how my pops and uncle gave it up
My crew don't fuck around don't play with us.
It's like giving a pit bull angel dust
Letting him off the leash in a toys r us
Peace God
I'm from Sutphin and Baisley man
I been killing nighaz from way
back my nighaz known what I mean when I say that
They say Radio ain't gon play that
Now you hear me on the radio across the map
The world is New York now
Ain't nothing eating pork now
Everybody put ya forks down
If I can't eat it's a ghost town
What is hip hop a roast now
Nighaz diss each other laugh it off fuckin clowns
Universal soul circus if you ask me
All I see is skinny jeans when nighaz pass me
All I hear is corny nighaz on these mixtapes
But they still made one so I ain't gon hate
At least they doin something
They could be robbing or shooting something
Or out in Baltimore looting something
Police killing us and think we ain't gon do nothing
That was a message to the black man
Nothin to do with hoes or a lap dance
And nah I ain't trying to preach
I'm just the hottest nigha on the street
Peace God what's Today's Math
He don't know whip that nigha ass
That's how my pops and uncle gave it up
My crew don't fuck around down play with us
Peace God what's Today's Math
He don't know whip that nigha ass
That's how my pops and uncle gave it up
My crew don't fuck around don't play with us.
It's like giving a pit bull angel dust
Letting him off the leash in a toys r us
Peace God
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Writer(s): Allah Knight
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