Cuz i started on the pad,i get these haters so mad
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back
Where the black girls get their weaves back
When i was mad, you thought i was sad
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad
I bet you hear that white music
These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick
Make room for the groom married to his music
These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick
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