INTRO (spoken, low energy)
Yeah…
(waaaaaan…)
726 riders…
Long live Young Lon…
Let’s do the math.
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HOOK (x2)
Yeah, I move by numbers, every step precise (waaaaaan)
From the coast to the lights, do the math — that’s life (do the math)
Angles add up when the vision stay true (waaaaaan)
West Coast calculus, what it equal? Me times you (waan!)
Yeah, I move by numbers, no cap, no hype (waaaaaan)
Add pressure to pain, watch it multiply (add it up)
City of angels but the math stay cruel (waan)
Do the math, do the math — yeah the answer still you (waaaaaan)
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VERSE 1
When it comes to this rap s*** these n****s can’t fade me (waaaaaan)
Three times three plus sixteen, carry the one — can’t grade me
Off safety, they gon’ hear that rump like it’s knockin’ the trunk
Twenty-two times two beatin’ loud while I stunt (waan!)
Do or die, mess with busters, you get checked real quick
Five times five, nine times five — all numbers legit (do the math)
My b**** go ride, loyalty stitched in her stride
Pressure make diamonds, see the glow when I rise (waaaaaan)
So don’t slip when ten times ten — that’s momentum in motion
Whole rollin’ gang spillin’ out with devotion (waan)
Watch what you say, watch what you do
Eleven plus eleven — that deadly deuce (waan!)
Like Tupac, I go hard for the juice, never loose (waaaaaan)
Ten point two on the dash, yeah the deuce still move
When you hear that big bang, I ain’t talkin’ Pomona nights
That LA echo in the sky when the city ignite (waan!)
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HOOK (x1)
(same as above — stack vocals heavier)
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VERSE 2 (AGGRESSIVE)
Yeah, I’m in it with this, yo boy Yogi, what’s happenin’ (waaaaaan)
Countin’ up commas, numbers jumpin’ like it’s practicin’
Two plus four, that’s six figures when I add it up
Multiply the hustle, watch the profit start stackin’ up (add it up)
I stay ready to ride, no brakes when I press go (waan)
Seven days grind, that’s twenty-four let it echo
Subtract the fake, divide the real from the frauds
Only time I do a square is when I’m sittin’ on yards (waan!)
Get money, get love, angles stay right
Shorty say my math attractive, say my future too bright (waaaaaan)
I don’t chase, I align, let the sums come true
When the vision add up, everybody wanna move (waan)
I was broke, now it’s decimals fallin’ like rain
From whole numbers to fractions, still remain the same
Count blessings, not losses, every step get strong
Long live Young Lon, keep the legacy on (waaaaaan)
Seven-two-six riders, yeah we stamped in the code (726!)
From the block to the balance sheets, carry the load
Do the math, this life don’t come with a loan
I calculated every move — now I stand on my own (waan!)
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OUTRO (chant, fade out)
(waaaaaan… waaaaaan…)
726 riders…
Long live Young Lon…
Do the math.
