Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all
Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall
Despising him, no need to fall back.
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'
Forever in debt to the lord for he's given
We would like to call this an appreciation tape
Aw shit these bong hits do the opposite, keep me awake
No longer gonna try to tell dad shit, i'm done with it
If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice
But shit i ain't with her no more not in this life
Me and you in extasydon't be upset
It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.
She suck my dick while i'm on a call
Here i go, oh no, in two half's you fall...
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