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I am the mathlete baby I made it so far I don't have to leave the car Buying some passed treats baby Living so far out I don't lay down Slipping
of my acne I remember days at lunch when people threw carrots at me Never stood up to thos kids, just a divided off mathlete Now that mathlete's killing
thinkin' she bagged me I ain't really playin' tag please Steady runnin' like an athlete This ain't workin' out sadly Addin' just like a mathlete Equals
Good with them dollars, I'm a mathlete Who there at the top? Yeah, it's me, hello Only kiss a bih' when she thick, Jello Only making hits, got gas,
looking like a mathlete How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack We like "Who knew, who knew?" Used to look at me like "who you, who you?"
on my Mind On My Dinero Money On My Cabesa Mind On My Dinero Money On My Cabesa Mind (Infinite E) Athlete Yeah I ball like an Athlete Mathlete I
I'm getting neck Mathlete Pretty bitch She classy She let me run From the back Long range Cash me Bona Fide Fat but bitch I Ask nice Come ass me She
Rap on a trap beat Ball like an athlete Stakin up dough count it up like a mathlete Heard she real crazy thought she was finna trap me Came round da
Volar This rapper’s a mathlete, an average athlete Honeys were running like track meets, but I’m still the same if you ask me Just a lil’ bit more
mathlete See your Homie pull up to the crib then I'm out I just fucked his bitch Now he mad becuz that's wifey I Just bought a necklace and you know I
toxic time is never letting go of me Formula platonic by the way you gettin closer see I I'm not a mathlete M is for mathematician Experimental never
Bad bitch in the backseat Shorty got some stamina she fuck me like an athelete My nigga in the kitchen weighin product he a mathlete Motherfuck a taxi
Yo yo, Mathletes State championships, what! First female ever on the team, what A boxed lunch will be provided What! I can do this Always
at me But you know I got some niggas that blast for me I'm not tall, but I ball like a athlete Count my money, yeah, I turn to a mathlete Had to get
a truck, yea Countin’ money like all day Countin’ money I turn into a mathlete All these bitches get attracted All these monkeys get elevated I don’t want me
Therefore, so I decree: my sociology come from the people I meet The shit that I shoot with smokers on backstreets Passed trees. Past being a mathlete, small
a week Everywhere I go I got the calculator on All my niggas punching numbers i'm a fucking mathlete From the town of Bedrock Go to sleep slowly hit em
meet Run the beat with no shoes now I’m getting black feet Run it up everyday nigga feel like athlete Count a check everyday now I feel like a mathlete
Like Mario Andretti better back up 'Fore I break you down like a fraction Ain't a mathlete but this stampede Make you run fast like a track meet I'm only
run from shit like an athlete Count my problems like a mathlete This shit all stems from the past please Take a look what’s around me Broken house with
my paper, I feel like a mathlete I made a mil now these bitches is after me I made a mil now these bitches attached to me But I can't fuck with them
here is fire I know that I burned you You don’t want this problem Don’t let it concern you I’m here for the war & im ready for action A mathlete I break
Yo yo yo All you sucka MC's ain't got nothin' on me On my grades, on my lines you can't touch Kevin G I'm a mathlete, I'm a nerd But forget what
an athlete I should be a mathlete Cause I do the damn thing Yeah I be doing numbers Keep a ice cup with some Henny in the summer Mind my beeswax and I only
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