To mcs that don't rhyme good
That end of my childhood
It's like my first day of the school year,
A couple of sprites but no beer
This is the end of my fucking song
We gonna be all the way gone
Because at the end of the day,
So, they hate and they say
And at the end of the day,
You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday
Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you
Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
They never should of booted me outta reform school
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