Math Of Survival

Boss Baby Bang bang 1 ⸻ [Verse 1] I don’t gamble, I invest where the odds look fatal, Broke the code in the fable, turned Cain to the table. Dark empath with a sigma twist, blueprint in the wrist, I can read a man’s soul by the lie that he missed. Call me paradox pusher, I’m the riddle and key, Got the angel on my shoulder but he hustle like me. I don’t pray for the blessing, I negotiate terms, Even heaven want a cut when the empire earns. I’m arithmetic savage, turn decimals to bricks, Stack quotients in the night, watch the product get fixed. They subtract when they envy, add weight when they hate, But division in the ranks makes the power mutate. So I calculate betrayal, every angle, every flaw, And I write the formula backwards so the world sees law. I’m the theorem in the shadows, the unsolved proof, Where the good wear halos but the truth’s uncouth. ⸻ [Hook] I balance light with the flame, dark whispers my name, Turn the losses to a profit, that’s the hustler’s game. Every scar is an equation, every lie’s been a clue, I bend the math of survival till the numbers come true. ⸻ [Verse 2] I’m the cosine of crime, tangent of pain, Where the slope of my hustle intersects with the game. Parallel with the prophets, perpendicular with fiends, Plotting points in the margins where the graph ain’t clean. See my rhymes like derivatives, motion and change, Every line defines growth in the chaos and range. What’s a limit to a man who exceeded the curve? I found freedom in equations most were too scared to serve. See, good teaches patience, but patience was a tax, Evil gave me shortcuts with a blade in the back. I fused both in the cipher, call it alchemy math, Where the angel lights candles while the devil does graphs. So respect’s exponential, it don’t grow by chance, It’s compounding from the loyalty and blood on my hands. Jay would nod at the symmetry, Pac would feel in his bones, I’m the hustler that made wisdom out of shadows and thrones. ⸻ [Hook] I balance light with the flame, dark whispers my name, Turn the losses to a profit, that’s the hustler’s game. Every scar is an equation, every lie’s been a clue, I bend the math of survival till the numbers come true. ⸻ [Verse 3] Look — I turned trauma into algebra, the scars into charts, Mapped betrayal on a graph, traced the slope of their hearts. Got a doctorate in silence, PhD in the grind, Where the thesis is survival and the subject is time. Every angle been acute when the pressure got tight, But my vision stayed obtuse when I expanded my sight. Circle back to the lesson — every arc has a cost, But circumference of my pain made a crown for the boss. I rhyme sine with the sin, cosine with the kin, Every line is a function of the hell I been in. Piece the puzzle with precision, I’m the architect’s twin, Building temples out of losses where the faithful begin. Evil’s just a tutor, good’s the final exam, I passed both with distinction, now I govern the land. I’m the formula eternal, in the ink I reveal, Good and evil’s just a spectrum — I’m the balance made real. ⸻ [Hook x2] I balance light with the flame, dark whispers my name, Turn the losses to a profit, that’s the hustler’s game. Every scar is an equation, every lie’s been a clue, I bend the math of survival till the numbers come true