The jager in my cup is licorice black
When i was mad, you thought i was sad
Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front
Haters acting the bitterest they just mad cause im different
Schools are like a prison
She watchin' that oxygen
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/
Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around
Just a couple more months then middle school bound
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,
I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
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