Lyrics:
buds and my buddies and lovin’ the feelin’ of smoke on my tongue,
My middle finger is up at the world because no one here’s givin’ a fuck, what….
Im.ma
They laugh in the middle
Of my speech
Swingin in the hall
Out of reach
Learning learning who can take
Talk talk talk talk talk
Fuck school
I'm old school come like Nickelodeon (woo)
And it's going straight down like a middle parting (woo)
But if a bwoy act up he'll be jiggin' like Carlton
Breakin' news, robbed him out his shoes
Damn they took his shoes (haan)
Nigga you a bitch, been a bitch, way from middle school (damn)
Never been
fuck my school
Fuck my school
Fuck my school
Fuck my school
Whatsamatter buddy?
Fuck you
lovely
Nah I had some Buddies and they was ugly
Pair of Chuck Taylors if I was lucky
I've seen the good, the bad, the ugly
So Gotta testify before y'all
Fuck
You know a nigga don't wanna go to school today
Let me call this bitch, and get my shit together
When I pull up people so fresh in my ride
We
Just like you fed up with niggas, I'm fed up with bitches
Let's meet in the middle
Meet in the middle
Meet in the middle
Damn, Taylor, where you at
Was
Keep on holding, never take a loss
Used to be so lame, we got the sauce
Taylor Middle School bulldogs
Go in there raw, got no rubber, like 21 Savage
stamped
Every day I dress all black
For a show, nine hundred racks
Middle East call, double that
On my neck, a bubble bath
On my wrist, new Cadillac
And I'm from the part of the city that they don't be talkin' about, ay
Austin my grandmama house, ay
Madhouse on Madison, middle school graduate
a Kickstarter
But for a multi-millionaire
She was not born wealthy nicki, 31, grew
Up in Queens and attended LaGuardia
The high school from Fame she says her
your living room,
Startin' point guard, nigga, fresh outta middle school,
Either is the NBA, or is the NFL,
I dunno what else I can do, to keep my ass
know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean
rubber on the turnpike you know what it look like
Might as well hit AC for a good night
Straight out of Jersey
Yeah we coming out the middle of the state D
Swizz told me let the beat rock
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch
it's a dark day and it's getting fucking bleaker
Playing Taylor Swift, straight out of my speakers
Try to keep my mind busy, do my best
Live my life
a law named after Breonna Taylor,
but ain't arrest the cops that killed Breonna Taylor?
Ok, make it make sense
You can't cuz it don't
Seen this shit too
I was walking down the street
When I saw you in your blue eyes
I started blushing when you said hey
We were having a stressful day
More School
Back in high and middle school, had different principles, they laughed at
Me for the big head I coulda used some bigger room, had too many
Flows I wanted
Shouts out to the whole Taylor Gang
Salute to the big homey Juicy J
Still got that work, Still got that work
Still got it salute to the homey Wiz
stupid-ass niggas must be freebasin'
Young nigga, I was middle school, hoes Keira age
Fast forward a nigga death day, make him meet his maker
Broke beefin'
Girl, you see these buddy-ass hoes tryna get in our section
You see them lookin' at us over there?
They can't even get in, they ain't gang, what
(phone dials and rings)
...that's because Mrs. Snidel had her eyebrows and babushka lasered
off, hello?
Hey mom, I'm at school, I'm all moved in,
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