Arithmetic (Seven Remix)

[Verse 1] Yeah, we back with that crack shit Motherfuckers die for, just spittin' facts bitch Reusing old lyrics not for ya'll attention The polar opposite, ya'll probably just missed em So fuck, man I started up this mission A white heroin fiend with an ego and ambition Pushed on strong, said "fuck the opposition" And worked to become more than a juxtaposition [Hook X2] Add it up arithmetic, addict up not gettin' sick That's the trick, man don't call it magic That's the shit, that keep me in demand like bricks And if you ain't coppin son, suck a fat dick [Verse 2] Spittin' classic even though I'm not raspy Fuckin crafty man, the way I spit nasty I'm bumpin' Blastic, feeling 'fan-fuckin-tastic' Paranoid as fuck, so I act a bit drastic Advisory parental, intercontinental I say fuck a lot, but I still kick it mental -ly ill, fuck stackin' dollar bills Just tryin' to cop quick to keep away the chills [Hook X2] [Verse 3] One line, ya'll choose who can spit the sickest Like ya mom spittin' hard after she done sucked my dick bitch I kick it real slick, if the truth be told Don't give a fuck if that bitch be old Here's a tip, if this music worries you Then you a deaf little bitch that fact is true Where, who, what the fuck was I talking bout Oh yeah, pissin' on the fire that was the fuckin' doubts [Hook X2]