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** fame I'mma do it for my name sake Want the wood grain like an AK Rap n***as selling out like eBay But I'mma bring it back like a rebate I'm high but I hit the ground running n***as 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**hes 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** '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**in' 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 identity 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***a 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***a in the math club