I'm tired of all this high school well a i not feeling to this high school a f*ckin' suck a learning not better lot in my mind but then i have need my story to rap by wrote to lots the my songs to everyday
I got b*tches things about you a same sh*t lame i dare you test me i gonna punch your black eye motherf*cker
Everybody sound like a f*ckin' bells i wonldn't do sh*t but just sit to still are now money's not a big deal i'm rich. i not the game of b*tches. i have no reason people say got em what the f*ckin people don't know meaning to got em
I done had it to people dont understand to me same rap then I knew your people understand i say
Don't make me of b*tches. i never sarcy of you but you by smoke. I mean to mask on of your people never get mask off because them burn eyes
. I never hear mean burn eyes oh yeah i know people become blind to full white eyes
I done had it I done had it i done had it ooh bye