Four out of five try to fake and get serious
I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus
Look, i got no time for that type of connection
You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session
A little coke addict fresh out grade school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
I don't care about your grade,
Give me dome, then let me skate
K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly
A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
Talk sharp like a razor blade
Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade
High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight
Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
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