And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
All these haters who mad and be nagging at me
Not me, i bet you remember the night
Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
Instead invest in some medical schools//
On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard
I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third
When 2013 passed along in my first middle school year
Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear
Luke im not ur father
You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/
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