Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right
And to tell you the truth i gotta ride
Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick
These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad
Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck
I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck
Haters acting the bitterest they just mad cause im different
Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump
Instead invest in some medical schools//
One time for the girls with the right shoes
Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back
When i was mad, you thought i was sad
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