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Arithmetic

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After my thoughts darken

While I'm talking to my shadow

Mother said I was cunning

Imagination running wild

Eyes raised infatuated with money piles

Pot chasin with Jason tryna touch a style

I can hear the voices of the serpents seductive

Next mama asking where her purse went

Park bench fence seeing images of angels

Searching for syringes vintage when it rains slow

Chains glow with the glitter

That the moon catch

Black nikes zoom tech Bleed a whole room wet

Suicide I contemplated my solitude

See my soul leaving my body

After I follow through pass the dice

See you niggas in the afterlife

Slick as black ice come back twice

Black Christ shining under black light

Couldn't cure my obsession with the fast life

My last flight

Young yong black cat

Nine lives with nine wives

Committed nine crimes nine times

Til' nine lies

Stakes is high

Gave you 45 ways to die

6 feet below the earth

Hope you taste the sky

Chasing my high

My heart broke and bitter

Chain smoking my swishers

Liquor over my liver frozen

Different potions

Pop open I kiss the ocean

Forget the notion vanity as I twist the vulcan

All for the all mighty

Bills cast brightly

Colors of jaded

Bundles of cake that entice me

Numbers in the count scrow

Women bounce slow

Master of Arithmetic

This that new district shit

Still represent the clique I'm with

Pistol whip Shadys pouring

Remy over crystals with

Everybody I do business with

Sub Pop Sub Pop

The realist ones gone feel this huh

Paper eyes continuum

To make a dollar infinite of them

Make me holler when I'm feeling numb

Peeling back and reeling some

Stealing fast and killing some

The illest come when the trill is done

The realest ones gone feel this huh

I like Js I'm diligent keep chokin'

The light change the buildings collide smokin'

911 memories spiritual guide broken

How much the subway I'm hoppin' the train coastin'

The feeling so combative the struggle with drug addicts

You want to make smart choices or the results tragic

I want to be Dope at it you wanna be hoes at it again

So stop f**kin' with busters and broke men

I was gonna make a suggestion

If you can get it down here in 20 min I'll hear your confession

Cause it was getting kind of hectic but written for my skeptics

To get it right cause ain't a muthaf**ka protected

In the 206 doin shit making it

And your forever in position to get hated a lot

It comes with the turf

Head down stick to the work

I got the thick yellow rocks that keep them tracing the dirt

I know this b***h better come bring the paper the first

Its right there and imma f**k with my niggas

We fight tears and drink beers and more shit

Bros the old clique we cold as the cholos trynna work

Who knows I'm supposed to be home before six

But P got a n***a high as different strokes kids

Jeff Gilus rock rock on yeah

T Rock rock rock on yeah

Sub Pop rock rock on yeah

Palaceer rock rock on yeah

My girl Stas rock rock on yeah

T rock rock rock on yeah

Fly Guy Dai rock rock on yeah

Infinite rock rock on yeah

Narcotic rock rock on yeah

Nate Jack rock rock on yeah

Chemetic rock rock on yeah

Constellation rock rock on yeah

D Black rock rock on yeah

Hunnid Casthro rock rock on yeah

Young Ike rock rock on yeah

Yeah

Arithmetic oleh Porter Ray/Infinite/Stas Thee Boss/Theesatisfaction - Lirik & Cover