College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees
Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/
In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps
Spending her time with him i guess
You have been begging for a pair of 110s
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
Imma have to get a book from my daddy,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
With a daughter looking up to me always screaming "go daddy!"
High on loud when i be ridin' out
I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around
At home they comparin this situation to nam
You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn
Seems like there s a killer on the scene
Okay, so play d, know what i mean
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