In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?
He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
In the first days, shy and nervous
I think found where your mind was
The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
Always gonna be the first in my prime
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade
I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate
Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll
It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole
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