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mac tutmose - math club lyrics

[verse: mac tutmose]

no cannon but i came through drummin’ man
ran cross the line like a running back
tv got you living like another man
see me i’m probably plottin’ on 100 grand
and f-ck fame i’mma do it for my name sake
want the wood grain like an ak
rap n-ggas selling out like ebay
but i’mma bring it back like a rebate
i’m high but i hit the ground running
n-ggas think i’m dumb, i just dumb it down cousin
my mom would catch a fit if she catch me cussin’
but these b’s want a piece superbad mclovin’
she wanna thank me when she get the stuffing
calling women b-tches when it’s hoes you cuffin’
simp over hoes, no no, don’t love ’em
but if she want the d then that’s up for discussion
f-ck ’em
no stuntin’
it’s nothin’
and my outfit cost less than 600
don’t know the words just hum it
no gang bang, we coming!
you already know i’m from atlanta bruh
yeah i hear ’em i am not a fan of ’em
feds tryna catch me on the camera
government shice just might move to canada
i’m climbing up the ladder like a tournament
know it’s 7g’s in that quarter man
come hang smoke trees like an ornament
sacks in my pocket like a quarterback
i’m k!llin’ i don’t think they really feelin’ me
probably cause i’m overusing similes
i’m listening to everything you tellin’ me
but
lemme build my own ident-ty
i got a litte cash, not enough yet
go against me and that’s an upset
move a little weight but i ain’t buff yet
word on the street, i’m a suspect
i’m a young n-gga
called lame, dressed dapper
you gotta “w’haa”
rap game parappa
never thought i’d be a dealer or a rapper
i used to be that n-gga in the math club

- mac tutmose lyrics

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