So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
You're avoiding my rhymes/ so i'll fill the void in your mind like a school class
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,
It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done
Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,
But we get by that's all that matters
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal
I like my pussies tighter than a fat bitch in a girdle
Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
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