Porter Ray - Arithmetic lyrics

[Verse 1 Porter Ray] After my thoughts darken While I'm talking to my shadow Mother said I was cunning Imagination running wild Eyes raised infatuated with money piles Pot chasin, with Jason tryna touch a style I can here the voices of the serpents seductive Next mama asking where her purse went Park bench fence, seeing images of angels Searching for syringes, vintage when it rains slow Chains glow with the glitter That the moon catch Black nikes zoom tech, Bleed a whole room wet Suicide I contemplated my solitude See my soul, leaving my body After I follow through, pa** the dice See you n***as in the afterlife Slick as black ice, come back twice Black Christ, shining under black light Couldn't cure my obsession with the fast life My last flight [Interlude] Remember this Hi [?] Ho-how you feeling Son, son Chilling, be gone [Verse 2 Porter Ray] Young black cat Nine lives, with nine wives Committed nine crimes, nine times Til' nine lies Stakes is high Gave you 45 ways to die 6-feet below the Earth Hope you taste the sky Chasing my high My heart broke and bitter Chain-smoking my swishers Liquor over my liver, frozen Different potions Pop open, I kiss the ocean Forget the notion, vanity as I twist the vulcan All for the all mighty Bills cast brightly Colors of jaded Bundles of cake that entice me Numbers in the count scrow Women bounce slow Master of Arithmetic This that new district sh** Still represent the clique I'm with Pistol whip, Shadys pouring Remy over crystals with Everybody I do business with Sub Pop, Sub Pop [Interlude Stas Thee Boss] The realist ones gone feel this huh? Paper eyes, continuum To Make a dollar infinite of em Make me holler when im feeling numb Peeling back and reeling some Stealing fast and k**ing some The illest come when the trill is done The realest ones gone feel this huh? [Verse 3 Infinite ] I like Js, im diligent keep chokin' The light change, the buildings collide smokin' 911 memories, spiritual guide broken How much the subway, im hoppin the train coastin' The feeling so combative, the struggle with drug addicts You want to make smart choices, Or the results tragic I want to be Dope at it, You wannabe Hoes at it again So stop f**in' with busters and broke men I was gonna make a suggestion If you can get it down here in 20min, i'll hear your confession Cause it was getting kind of hectic but written for my skeptics To get it right, cause ain't a muthaf**a protected In the 206 doin sh** making it [?} And your forever in position to get hated a lot It comes with the turf Head down stick to the work I got the thick yellow rocks that keep them tracing the dirt I know this b**h better come bring the paper the First Its right there and imma f** with my n***as We fight tears and drink beers and more sh** Bros the old clique, we cold as the cholos trynna work [?] Who knows im supposed to be home before six But P got a n***a high as different strokes kids [Outro Porter Ray] Jeff Gilus, rock rock on, yeah T Rock. rock rock on, yeah Sub Pop, rock rock on, yeah Palaceer, rock rock on, yeah My girl Stas, rock rock on, yeah [?} rock rock on, yeah Fly Guy Dai, rock rock on, yeah Infinite rock, rock on, yeah Narcotic, rock rock on, yeah Nate Jack, rock rock on, yeah Chemetic, rock rock on, yeah Constellation, rock rock on, yeah D Black, rock rock on, yeah Hunnid Casthro, rock rock on, yeah Young Ike, rock rock on, yeah Yeah....