Your beautiful during class
No one-half and i hate math
And we'd be gettin higher
Run for cover and return fire
Your life is a product of trash
Fell asleep in first class
Gettin higher and higher, there ain't no roof.
We in control, the people know i speak the truth
Jt: didn't get a gift for her
Stick with the sin never go higher
I now raisie the bar higher
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
First out the gate last back to class,
See her man face-to-face through the glass
Gotta make that cash
Thick lips and a sick class
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