Supreme Mathematics

That ain’t real gas you hittin muhfucker that is diet weed Giving samples of the hands and paws dog if you trying me Kind gesture for the bars name a motherfucker 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 fucking 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 motherfucker make a motherfucker 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 motherfucking 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