Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin
Middle school was finally done
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,
Know i meant, every motherfuckin word
I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third
Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense
‘cuz you’re mad enough to scream but you’re sad enough to tear (x2)
But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat
When i was mad, you thought i was sad
Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all
It kind of feels like middle school again when they call
Bought a brand new car for my after party
All these haters who mad and be nagging at me
Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight
Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right
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