Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate
When you spill out hits
Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,
Baby you so fine
Fuck with them you fuck with swine
Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great
You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade
I thought it'd get better but
I dont even give a fuck
To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success
Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress
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