So drop the slam and let's get sick
These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick
All these haters who mad and be nagging at me
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/
From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool
Just to hear real music i went back to middle school
Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
Instead invest in some medical schools//
Hating on my team until they see we won't lose
I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school
To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that
When i was mad, you thought i was sad
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