She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,
I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks
So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,
But she forgot about the golden rule
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
I don't care about your grade,
Low income no bills getting paid
Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep
To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
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