That ain't real gas you hittin muhf*cker that is diet weed
Giving samples of the hands and paws dog if you trying me
Kind gesture for the bars name a motherf*cker nice as me
Don't be taking chances with your life you don't roll the same dice as me
I'm the illest in the state and soon to be the f*cking world dog
If you ain't tryna be the best then wtf you do it for dog
Do it for the people saying that I wasn't gon be shit yea
Now I'm the shit you got bad vision can't see shit
Wavy then a motherf*cker make a motherf*cker sea sick
My Momma always told me if you gotta moment gotta seize it
Hit it in the morning now she moaning in the morning G shit
Hit the G spot lord Jesus she scream she need ya
Imma put my knee in the box she gon give me props
Made my own lane never needed motherf*cking props
New Year imma give em hell the minute this a' drop
Beat the beat blue it's seeing red it's gon call the cops
Thinking that I ain't the best I swear to god you smoking rocks
Peace God the 5% Nation you see what I'm on
I'm Bill Withers with the shit they gon wanna use me up God
Do the math do the knowledge my beloveds know what's up God
Supreme mathematics plus the alphabet within my clutch dog
You know what's up God
Barry Marz - Supreme Mathematics Lyrics
Barry Marz - Supreme Mathematics Lyrics
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That ain't real gas you hittin muhf*cker that is diet weed
Giving samples of the hands and paws dog if you trying me
Kind gesture for the bars name a motherf*cker nice as me
Don't be taking chances with your life you don't roll the same dice as me
I'm the illest in the state and soon to be the f*cking world dog
If you ain't tryna be the best then wtf you do it for dog
Do it for the people saying that I wasn't gon be shit yea
Now I'm the shit you got bad vision can't see shit
Wavy then a motherf*cker make a motherf*cker sea sick
My Momma always told me if you gotta moment gotta seize it
Hit it in the morning now she moaning in the morning G shit
Hit the G spot lord Jesus she scream she need ya
Imma put my knee in the box she gon give me props
Made my own lane never needed motherf*cking props
New Year imma give em hell the minute this a' drop
Beat the beat blue it's seeing red it's gon call the cops
Thinking that I ain't the best I swear to god you smoking rocks
Peace God the 5% Nation you see what I'm on
I'm Bill Withers with the shit they gon wanna use me up God
Do the math do the knowledge my beloveds know what's up God
Supreme mathematics plus the alphabet within my clutch dog
You know what's up God
Giving samples of the hands and paws dog if you trying me
Kind gesture for the bars name a motherf*cker nice as me
Don't be taking chances with your life you don't roll the same dice as me
I'm the illest in the state and soon to be the f*cking world dog
If you ain't tryna be the best then wtf you do it for dog
Do it for the people saying that I wasn't gon be shit yea
Now I'm the shit you got bad vision can't see shit
Wavy then a motherf*cker make a motherf*cker sea sick
My Momma always told me if you gotta moment gotta seize it
Hit it in the morning now she moaning in the morning G shit
Hit the G spot lord Jesus she scream she need ya
Imma put my knee in the box she gon give me props
Made my own lane never needed motherf*cking props
New Year imma give em hell the minute this a' drop
Beat the beat blue it's seeing red it's gon call the cops
Thinking that I ain't the best I swear to god you smoking rocks
Peace God the 5% Nation you see what I'm on
I'm Bill Withers with the shit they gon wanna use me up God
Do the math do the knowledge my beloveds know what's up God
Supreme mathematics plus the alphabet within my clutch dog
You know what's up God
Writer: Jarron Bratcher
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