Came back from parents evening, got my grades
While working on my mistakes
Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all
You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call
Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.
I’m on this one way headed where the slums play
My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace
I slumped, in my chair and my grades
I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school
I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,
I can taste the salt from my tears
The world getting bad i'm feeling tense.
And no longing for dates
All they care about is the grades,
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
But thinking bout grades gets me stressed
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