Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade
Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
They only got fuck up lookin m&m's in this
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick
Tryna stay clear of my foes
Since third grade i been packin bowls
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate
And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
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