When 2013 passed along in my first middle school year
All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear
All these haters who mad and be nagging at me
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,
I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine
And if i want to go outside
Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right
Just to hear real music i went back to middle school
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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