Lyrics:
you sell fentanyl
You a fucking chump
Bet you won't meet me on the hump
Think I play with my nose
How I bump
I looked up the hump
10th grade foster
the same
Thing
Back in 10th grade
So I had two
I had to deal with real pain
For the fuck shit that I went
Through
Niggas be claiming they gang
Gang
But his
you ain't foolin' me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, you bitch made
Just now on that hoe, I been clappin' that shit since the 10th grade
She, Instagram famous,
of Moth and Alien, 10th away of 54th, it's been decided to give foul play to some
of the UFO's inventions in Roswell
No coincidence
No coincidence
heat
10th grade where we are today
I think I earned my key to speak
Been in the stu' so long I
Forgot my phone was on DND
By 12th grade, I'm gon' get
10th on the list....
I changed these girls like the Rollie on ma wrist...
I'm tripping back to the basis the girl that I love she did me so dirty....so
lonely
5th or the 10th grade, now they was jokin
Why they try to play with T
Do they wanna D.I.E
I don't really know
Listen real close, it turn out they
the Midwest and the hometown team, mmh-mmh
For a 10th floor view over Houston street
Yeah, and she'll never leave
Cuz that's where she belongs
It ain't hard
bout some tha other day on a deal
Kendra you needy (gurl you spoil)
But you know i love you tho
Fasho
But today Wednesday and its bout tha 10th time i
is a girl's name
Miranda Amanda is a 9th grade demon
Tryanda Yolanda, 10th grade demon
Planda Banda was my friend in 11th grade
Then she fucking
Remembering the days I was in 10th grade
Uriah rolled up my first stoogie
See musically I am in high demand
Half of you rappers ain't got no fans
She knowin
And I just pray to God my mind's not running away with me
Cause I'm out here planning the wedding of my dreams for the 10th time it seems
Jet skis
10th grade
Growin up
Stuck at home with nobody
We are
Fitting in
To the stories we don't know who wrote
I never cared
About the diet cola in
Make way for the senseis
I'm quick to put the hands on sucka rappers like djimbes
I been a dope nigga since 10th grade, I'm hard as hell
Like findin
mind I'm not even a 10th of where I'm 'bout to be
So every time I spit
I'm recking havoc on every beat
Its young Cleve
Ya
of what they cannot see
Play yourself boy you been played
Pay myself, boy I been paid
Been this way since 10th grade
Learn something from the Sensei
See
your 10th fucking lap
Yeah Yeah Brito on the beat
Alright
Lullaby lullaby lullaby ay
Rockin with that motherfucking suicide
Every single day is like
the stu every day come take a look behind the curtain
You don't understand
See me on my 10th hour just to perfect these verses
So I can
Live it up
Live it
the pimpin
Chill young nigga I'm attracted all the women
Can't lose focus, 1 girl the limit
Gas in my system I survived the trenches
Fire every day 10th floor
Horny fuck wanna get laid ay
To spit young boy not afraid ay
Shoutout my love in 10th grade
Stronger, smarter student than me
Life goals set through that
under yo chimney
My hustle undisputed my life Something like a movie
10th grade was when a young Nigga had got jumped by some Hoovers
My granny need
dealt with
I'll keep it like a secret
Ever since February 10th
You've gone away, & became your own person, that I can't tickle back into dismay
I get
no games nigga
Countin' Ben Franks
Since like the 10th grade
I put some ice on
Because my wrist ached
Niggas be lying so
I think they bitch made
time I saw you had the crooked glance
We don't play by chance
Got khib make moves that'll pay for france
100 to the 10th power
Made your whole week
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