Текст песни Formula - Quadeca

Aye, when I walk up in the scene I hear an orchestra
Now everybody telling me I don′t perform enough (Nah)
My math teacher told me that I never be shit (What aye what?)
And now I'm searched more then the quadratic formula (Aye, Aye)
Aye, I got the formula, (Aye) I got the formula (Yeah)
You got the sauce but goddamn I got the formula (Got the formula)
People always asking Ben "Why you record so much (Why?)"
I got to fry up all these rappers quick like order up
Formula like I′m Mr. Krabs
I change and transform it up, you stuck in the past
I wear supreme goggles to my science lab
Yeah, it hurts to write this song because I don't like to brag
And now I tied myself up like a Nike Mag
People love to criticize me for the life I've had
They make it about white and black like I′m Michael Jack
I make these haters look confused
Like it′s Dora asking where Swipper at
Aye, aye, aye!
Yeah I'm supreme because I got it on
Me, now they copy that like a walkie-talkie
And I′m feeling like they really want to stop
Me, trying to fold my paper like it's origami
Want to justify the hate they call me cocky, and I am
Cause your girl call me papi trying to take their shot like
It′s the paparazzi, I'm a fax machine up in a lot of copies
Aye
Still saying "Who would of thought like who would of guessed it?"
Haven′t lifted weights in two years but some how I'm always flexing
If you really want to find the answer to
Your question here is where you should look
Want the secret to the sauce
Motherfucker better go and find a cook book
Aye, when I walk up to the scene I hear an orchestra
Now everybody telling me I don't
Perform enough (I don′t perform enough)
My math teacher told me that I never be shit (Nah)
And now I′m searched more then the quadratic formula (Ayee)
Aye, I got the formula, (Yeah) I got the formula (Aye)
You got the sauce but goddamn I got the formula (I got the formula)
People always asking Ben "Why you
Record so much? (Why you record so much?)"
I got to fry up all these rappers quick like order up