To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school
Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?
Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine
Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock
In his school always holds a book, he was polite never thought to plot
Mami... she open, she open
Middle school was finally done
Must be life. no greater feeling in the world
You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed
He isn't in his middle teens, his voice sounds like he's hundred
And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good
Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
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