And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
To them it's just a story
I'm a grade a o g
Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand
Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band
Since third grade i been packin bowls
Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
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