We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake
And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade
I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great
Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
Every night i stroke hoes
Since third grade i been packin bowls
Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous
Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray
There's nothing he can do, he let it get away
Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
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