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Algebra
Hip-Hop/Rap
Algebra was released on October 3, 2025 by Reallive Records/In The Stu Records as a part of the album Foreign Trade Zone
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Release DateOctober 3, 2025
LabelReallive Records/In The Stu Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reallive Mark
Reallive Mark
Rap
Loafer
Loafer
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeith Johnson
Markeith Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loafer
Loafer
Producer

Lyrics

150 homes were leveled in retaliation for a burst of gunfire
Juicing in the kitchen, tell my bitch go do the dishes
I could put you on the glitches, but that's only if you pitch in
Hope the Feds, don't kick in, this VPN looks suspicious
You off the med prescriptions, I'm getting head while I'm whippin
See you never break bread, but I ain't judging your livin
I'm just sayin' to get ahead, you may need to stop pimpin
Drinkin' lean by the keg, I wonder why you be limpin
When that green turn to red, you know you spent all your chicken
Feelin' like you don't fit in, ****, well change your livin
Why the fuck are you wishin' when you can just go get it
My **** went to Detroit just to go sit with the Pistons
That check just came void, I'm just mad that we ain't gift it
Spendin' money on bitches, now you got no pot to piss in
I don't know why y'all **** don't listen, that shit ridiculous
But ****, I ain't trippin, that's you, just mind my business
Catch me on the top roof with Loaf, it's hard to miss it
That's Reallive
Let's go, let's go
Material traits, I put my heart in the game
And I'd be well on my way if I was movin' for fame
I had to lose a couple friends, their ideology's lame
And it's only when I'm shavin' that I move with the grain
Might paint a pic like Picasso, but I'ma stay in my lane
But anytime I need to merge then get the fuck out the way
It's sad to see when I invest in me, my girl is barely stressin' me
Askin' for the best, can't be expectin' nothin' less than me
And I can do the most, just as long you respect this shit
She keep on sendin' hints and thinkin' I don't see the messages
It's a calm morning on Saturday, I'm downtown
We hit the restaurant and then we turn that shit into a lounge
Just walked up on the stage and all I brought was just my dog with me
He playin' all the songs, I had the crowd hitting the shimmy
And the girls who like my music, most of them really the baddest
If I get a hundred bands, then I'ma throw some in the attic
Just got back from NYC and the video, she said my name
I took a couple L's back in the day and charged up to the game
It's a lot of things inside my being that they just can't take away
Read the sentiment all in your eyes, don't gotta say a thing
My mama told me for her birthday gift, she want a Loaf tee
You know that's not a problem, send her that and some extra things
Let's go
Written by: Markeith Johnson
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