But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick
Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,
Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck
But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters
Instead invest in some medical schools//
I go to war, old timbs, battered boots
Just a couple more months then middle school bound
It is breaking me down, no more friend around
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