Lyrics:
friends I don’t have a square one
And I play dirty I don’t roll on a fair and square one
I ain’t a square one, no blud
Mans more like the square root of one
and creativity
There existed the force of relativity
Pi r square and a minus ten means a routine only when
The solar system in one light year
Make the Hayden
us through the situation
When others vindictive from seeing us together
We're the square root of four
Ain't it love when we're distracted
From all
You couldn't beat me in your dreams
I flow mean, your dress code ruffor
You not tough soldier ass
Won't recruit you'all
Arnold rap 2 is me, the square
keep a stick on me like I'm Babe Ruth
Work touch down from Beirut
We get the cash in by the square root
Remember them days i had no loot
I walk in
them down to lift them up
Strike them down to lift them up
Hole in your head means they do not decide
Strike them down!
Cut roots and run wild,
life, all my life, all my life knew I'd be here (All my life)
These days, at this point in my life, you know what I mean
I kinda really wanna use music
dip and have you
Bench side quick square root a dat nigga
Her pie times square is getting buffer three point
Score yeah I'm one for hitting outside
don't add up
(Shit they love to ask what's the square root of pi
Shit I'd love to them what's the square root of love)
See I gotta triple digi,cause I
life, all my life, all my life knew I'd be here (All my life)
These days, at this point in my life, you know what I mean
I kinda really wanna use music
on the clock
And there's a lot for me to spend
Staying true to this
Watch em copy and pretend
Thinking outside the square
It's hard to box me in with them
I
Walking on a wire
Pushing on my soles
Dialing every number
My name can recall
Tapping every corner
Moving in squares
Pressing on repeat
my hook’s not
like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you
ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Lookin' for shit that really ain't there
I mean it is what you make it my nigga, you better just stay on your square
Down here, killers and thieves, pimps
I'm bound to win one
Been on and off my square
Naw I'm returning my roots
Yea I been meta in the booth
But how I feel like I been set up tryna' setup
could do this I dare you to share ya views with the dude and try this music. Yeah I’ll salute it then use it to refute it, Compute it, Square root it,
unequal, lyrics fly just like an eagle
Lyrics sound so good; they swear the style we drops illegal
Killer rhythm jolt with a volt
Left what I left with
roots
Them birds gon fly but tonight they will lose
You fed me lies said i'm hurt yeah i mean it
You said a life could just strive in between us
Ma head
When you root for you they root for you
I got lost up in it don’t know how I found it cuz
They want me to be square but im well rounded
That’s why I
want to get math?
Nigga I'm the square root
The rock star
I got mean stash
You seen case get his thug on
I strip my bitch and we get our hug on
She what
And the youth feel obligated to correspond
I respond
Just because the jewels sold (Metal faced clone)
Doesn't mean it wasn't fools gold (doombot)
Just because
So I feast on ya mind, hungry for brain food
Different ingredients boilin in the same stew
I remain true to roots now decayed beneath me
Never too
with high ceilings
Square feet no square roots
Every chance you get you get shook and don't shot
What could you blame don't be afraid to point at you
I
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