Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
I don't mind if you niggas hate
Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade
So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade
Since third grade i been packin bowls
Here they keep a rachet close
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
A little coke addict fresh out grade school
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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