I'm a grade a o g
Mama made her pretty
In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
You mothers still in grade school i got a degree
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade
So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake
Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
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