You mothers still in grade school i got a degree
Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty
In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends
Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends
Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way
I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.
That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight
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