Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate
Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade
On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,
And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen
So give it baby
I'm a grade a o g
I was a fucking dumb 8th grader
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state
Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
Guess i'm in a love slump
And the word most important
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