Stephen Route - #FamLegacy (feat. Mathline) Lyrics

Mathline, we in here
Mathline, we in here
Mathline, we in here
Mathline, we in here
Back with the old team, nah dawg, back with the whole team
Flows dope mixed with protein
Yeah, who can mix like this
On the MPC making hits like this, WOW
I run a mile, but I tone it down
When they see me moving up, I told them hold it down
I was moving like a train, peep the details
We put rappers on the track, watch them derail
Yeah
Crash and burn, then they learn
This is Mathline, they gotta wait they turn
Got me underground, playing with the worms
Minds like scramble, playing with the words
Zoning out to a dope beat, uh
Rolling up in a smoke heat
Police patrolling up, but I don't sleep
On the move, trying to see shorty, she looking so sweet, yes
Then head to a quick sesh,
My nigga needed a verse
And so is love and respect
Time has passed by
So many memories set
And plenty frenemies envy
And many enemies left, bye
So even if it's a grip, I ain't seen you in a minute
You ain't even got a trip, you ain't even gotta ask
I already got the strip, wasn't even bout the cash
It was all about the hit, bang
So, when I pick up the call or answer my phone ringing
To even hit you tomorrow, just know
It's cause you held it down
And you know how I be doing
Where it's born from the sound
Sometimes I like to ride around with the vibrant sounds
Marlon, couldn't break up, Mathline, what was trying now
I was hiding out, Cage used to fire rounds
151, spin flames, claim right around
Times we was on call, I couldn't lie, I found
Passion in those tracks, we was looting, tried to find a crown
Seth brought me to Dwight Street, is where I spit for Az
Said I brought my A-games, what, he's selling Razz
Kept spitting, you know, rapping kind of fast
Tried to slow it down, could've spit better, I thought it sounded trash
Guess you saw I was green and what you think is grass
I couldn't ask, what he's seeing, I ain't seeing that
Shit could've went right, I was fiending bad
Taking life's less turn, I guess I needed cash
Steaming mad, I ain't leaving last place, reaching past
Being broke is still the best time to dream of cash
Scheming fast, take the eager task, never needed that
Done trying to reach for meager tracks, receiving plaques, feasting facts
But that said, it's still the pedigree, unmasked
Crimes allegedly, it's still the legacy
When I first met my dawg, I was all in
Like, thanks to Marlon, but I knew one day it'll fall in line
I just added up the math, knew it'd take a little time
I'm just stepping out the bath, I had to polish up the rhymes
Seen Route in Miami, had a Prolific Thought
Like it or not, we played the Shadows with a Hollow Dot
On Charmin Ave, me and Bugsy, got straight to the bag
I BLT in the park, but who's better than Az
I ain't gon' say I'm the best, but I'm better than half
You see, my city got big dreams, but I sit back and laugh
It's like everybody's selfish, with a pocket full of cash
You see your man doing bad and you leave him like that
See, me and my dawgs, days ones and we living like that
But mathematics add this up, look, I let it clap
For the bros, I told the therapist, I swear I'll relapse
Sounding like L-Dub, beatboxing in the back
I gotta flow that stupid out the kitchen like crack
Its the legacy, so you can say that Mathline is back
Cause I would say that math line is back
Let's talk about math line, let's go back in time
04, when we started going line for line
Back then, it was all love and ain't shit changed
I was "Yung N Lozt" with "One Route To The Game"
20 years later, still snapping on these beats
No "C-Kret" that we still are Boston's beasts
I mean, Boston's best, but now we vex
Going bar for bar without the rest
Not sure what you thought, 3CS still open
Verses were crack strong, now they fentanyl potent
Tryna make an impact, I see ya
You got a Joe Hendry presence, but no one believes ya
I'm outside back again like I never left
Two steps to the right on my pivot step
Dodging bullets, been a dang homie
I'm in the flesh, baritone, stuck in my range
Baby, I'm in your chest, my soul tribe
We flow high, put that on God
With every sentence, I'm pleading for freedom from the law
I'm screaming for my niggas locked in a cage
Search and recycle, got my niggas blocked from the chase
Hard to replace, looking for grace, fraudulent fake
For size, be crazy, got these niggas all in my face
Circumvents in the G to Condu with a snake
Diddy bopping for the gatekeepers, dancing on the stage
My two shooters are bad bitches with rugers
So to get to me, you gotta get past, call me the doula
Handful of chrome with a long neck, I gave it to her
For the wrong I've done, I'm looking for right, my name Medusa, yeah
Head full of dread and eyes for a cougar
You giving in, she take him out, I had to take the ruler
In allegory, kind of story, master karma sutra
You pay to play, I make a way, the difference is our future, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The difference is our future, yeah
Since a young bull, I always knew music was the passion
Poetry where I picked up the attraction, no capping
Slowly built an interest to the rhythm and the rapping
Science museums, where it happened
First, fourth, fifth freestyle for the masses
Got signed and established and hooked up with an establishment bad as shit
Mathline! we was crashing shit
Mathline! should've tatted it
Mathlines, the boss "Square-Route" is the captain
Family for Boston niggas, that's known for that action
Fists right off the shows, just to crack shit
Drag shit, still a nigga beat get your ass kicked, fast as shit
Team the Boston best, just to show to you sucker niggas
Blizz, Lozt Linq and that other nigga, ha ha ha
Slick bone, I'm just f*ckin' with ya
Besides the queens of the team, the team is just brothers, niggas