Letra de Do the Math (2016 Remaster)

[Verse 1]
Subtract the light, subtract the heart
Add in the pain, put me in the dark
Yeah, now give me a couple problems
Add in a pad and a pen so I can solve 'em
Now add a little hate
Add a little pressure, let's see what we can make
Now add back in the heart
Brought with the confidence thought made for the art
Here's the product of that environment
Style's elevators to firemen, don't try it, bitch
Too fly, class five, rapid with the flow
Tongue totes, TEC-9s, yeah, I had to let 'em know
I've been laying down the dynamite, know we 'bout to blow
Feel I got the green light, yeah, I knew we had to go
Lames doing all this shit I ain't ever do
Game takes balls, got mine draggin' like I'm Goku
[Chorus]
Do the math lil homie, yeah, do the math
Screw the odds, we're exactly where we should be at
Do the math, yeah, do the math
We're doin' better than we ever have
[Bridge]
Add the highs, subtract the lows
We finally on, so on we go
Add the highs, subtract the lows
We finally on, so on we go
[Verse 2]
Say my flow's average, what the fuck you mean?
Miscalculated your equation, can't divide the team
Now we only multiply
Said I had a dream to live, but really who the fuck was I?
A kid from the middle of nowhere
Said I'm gonna be someone, they told me not to go there
What you think is gonna happen, think you really gonna go and make a future out of rappin'?
Yeah, and I did it with a passion
Like all the loves of my life, one hundred, no distractions
Made a racket in the game, ballin' with no backspin
You can call me Bronson, I'm ready for action
Killin' rappers twice, eatin' ghosts like I'm Pacman
If my career's a joke, why am I the one laughin'?
'Cause maybe you didn't get it
Skinny motherfucker, but I know they all see me flexin'
[Chorus]
Do the math lil homie, yeah, do the math
Screw the odds, we're exactly where we should be at
Do the math, yeah, do the math
We're doin' better than we ever have
[Bridge]
Add the highs, subtract the lows
We finally on, so on we go
Add the highs, subtract the lows
We finally on, so on we go
[Verse 3]
'Cause the team been making moves like U-Hauls
Pullin' more weight than I ever seen you haul
Fuck the world that be trippin' off a salary
But I'll be livin' off of what I love, ain't here for hourlies
Real shit, real spit, real work, add it up
Real sick, real kids, yeah, what you get is us
And we ain't never changin'
Take a shot of reality, I got dreams to chase with
No days off, they say I go in sick
Made for this shit and I ain't 'bout to go and pull a Benedict
Most people would break the chair the way that I been rockin' it
Blowin' up, putting kerosene on my cigarette
Now, hold a lighter to that
Cast a light to my future and pull the plug out my past
But to get here you ain't even got to look at the math
Easy as that, but if you really into the facts
A-B plus S-T plus R-A plus C-T
No matter how you do the math, the world knows that that's me
Left class to make classics, no one can pass me
A for the team, I'm everything they want to B
Get to C all the things that most could only hope to D for dream
Come on now, let's finish the equation
Put me in my right place, I'm tired of waitin'
I'm tired of waitin'
[Outro]
You know I'm tired
You know I'm tired
You know I'm...
You know I'm... tired