When i was mad, you thought i was sad
So now i’m under pressure i want it bad
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
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad
These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick
Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
Instead invest in some medical schools//
Hating on my team until they see we won't lose
Just to hear real music i went back to middle school
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
Electric chair i don't deserve the fun
Middle school was finally done
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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