Verse 1:

Before the school bell rings and you go about your day
I still, have a little more that I want to say
Like, what make me a rapthematician anyway?
Is it the fact I spit rhymes that blow minds away?
Nah, that’s miniscule compared to the reasons why I do what I do
To spit 1- 2s here in front of you
Who ever knew I’d be put in this position
Where people would buy my music, sitting back as they listen
Hell I didn’t, back when I was getting no recognition
I was weighing grams on a scale in my mother’s kitchen
In the back of my mind I knew that I was tripping
But the code where I from you have to get it how you livin’
Around that time I didn’t give a fuck about a prison
Or how much pain on my family that I was inflicting
When it comes to hustling consequences I feel indifferent
But that isn’t at all what makes me a rapthematician ya’ll

Hook
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician

Verse 2
I ain’t care about my own well being
Long as there were dollar signs in any hood that I would be in
At times I didn’t even feel like a human being
Everyone else had a job but the streets all I was seeing
I mean, even if I had a gig I put the work first
Everything was Gucci, then it got worse
People would ask me “Jae what is this shit worth?”
Having my own and not stealing from my mom's purse
So you jerks can’t judge me for nothing
I jumped off the porch so I could get up and get something
I even bought heat in case niggas wanted to creep
Back then I’d rather be in jail than six feet deep
And around that time, bruh, I wasn't even spittin’
And everyone had an opinion on how I was livin’
When it comes to hustling consequences I feel indifferent
But that isn’t at all what makes me a rapthematician

Hook
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician



Verse 3
I had my woes similar to Black Rob
You have no love for the craft? Don’t quit your day or night job
I quit both to extend my life to ya’ll
Yeah I sacrificed a lot to contribute to hip hop
When shit feel apart and all of the bucks stopped
My first love was there for me when I had not
I stuck with it like now I’ma do this properly
So I cut off everything that I felt was fucking obsolete
My dedication was strong, there was no probably
I dropped think before you speak, this is not a hobby
For me, cause when I picked up the pen again
It wasn’t about getting signed or making Benjamins
It was to show these fuck boys that I’m killing them
They’re resting in peace with each stroke of my pen
I don’t need gas to start up my ignition
And that’s exactly what makes me a fuckin’ rapthematician

Hook
That’s what makes me a rapthematition
That’s what makes me a rapthematition
That’s what makes me a rapthematition
That’s what makes me a rapthematition