17 freestyle

(Verse 1)

Next month turning seventeen.

Next year I’ll be eighteen.

Then I’ll be a senior.

It’ll be my last year of high school.

People in class love to act like fucking fools.

This isn’t middle school.

This is before you’re an adult.

Going to be a junior.

I’m so creative, I’m like a producer.

These bitches aren’t shit, they’re a bunch of losers.

Bunch of losers cause they always have to hate.

All the fucking same.

It’s so fucking lame.

Seventeen might be good, or it might be ass.

I don’t fuck with none of these bitches in my class.

No, I’m not dumb.

But yes, I am young.

I’m sixteen years old.

It’s the summer, so it’s hot not cold.

Not talking about Katy Perry.

These bitches in my class aren’t scary.

They look really stupid.

It’s not Valentine’s Day, so go away Cupid.

Little fucking angel.

Geometry next year.

Geometry, fuck me.