Came back from parents evening, got my grades
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
White middle class parents are sayin' rappers get paid to cuss,
I fought back, now my parents are on the phone
You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,
So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat
Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues
My asian immigrant parents had something to prove
He lying i’m on papers
You made me lose my nerves
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john
No beat, but i get my rhyme on
So you finally got the nerve
Its all about my nerves,
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