Lyrics:
they all jealous like eighth graders
Whole damn crew up and down like some day traders
Y'all the type to try and get high off of paint scrapers
Passed
the left to the right, helicopters, throw 'em up)
First graders are ya with me? Second graders where ya'll at?
Middle School make some noise, High Schoolers
probably what the
Whole game needs
Won't lie, yo, I like to get high sometimes
But I ain't obsessed with my damn weed
Ain't impressed by your damn keys
Your
give a shit on the last day of school
The 6th graders get hurt on the last day of school
The 6th graders get stung on the last day of school
They
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
Kids say the darndest things
Have you ever listened close to the games they play
Or the little songs they sing?
Last night dressed up in high
O'Shea! O'Shea!
Get your ass in here boy
You hear me calling you?
O'Shea!
When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little
Kids say the darndest things
Have you ever listened close to the games they play
Or the little songs they sing?
Last night dressed up in high
bloodshed
Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds
Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith
Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss
High school and college
[Chorus]
You the one who won the spelling bee
I'm the first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet
I'm the one who went and stole
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
play play
But, what more can I say say?
Bottle of goose and I'm gone
Watching her get loose
Like a third graders tooth
The shit that we on is
Blowing big weed, I'm high like a skyscraper
LA nigga in a New York state of mind
When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in '85
I'm hot lava gold d's on my
sound, so I'm heard round town
And chances of y'all leavin? 'Round now
Wait later, will make front page paper
Date raper with juvenile eighth graders
Siento distancia y nos queremos mas
Si el amor no es lineal es una hipérbola
Yo no quiero sentirte en invierno y ta
Que el infierno esté lleno de anécdotas
Then I get out and eat some cereal, trivial
Then I go study and I get confused I
Really wanna write some lyrical material
I'm performing lineal rituals
Rahy - aldair!
My name is Rahy - aldair!
Rahyaldair! Rahyaldair!
MY NAME IS WOOOW
Salió del guetto
En vuelo high directo
Sin mucho hype
Prefiero ser
I'm tryna live so high
Way above the clouds I'm so fly
On top of the world it's my time
Don't worry bout me I'll just pass by
I'm tryna live so high
Have you ever listened close to the games they play or the little songs they sing
Last night dressed up in high heel shoes and wearing my old hat
fall' is ok
Whole lotta ice on my wrist
Ich bin high wie ne Bitch
So wie Wiz von dem Haze
Sag mir warum schiebst du hate
Bin auf 'ner eigenen lane
Hoes
Cos it's never too late
Never too soon to move your fate
The innocent life
The innocent life
Get high on the innocent life
Could try for the innocent
flow illegal like child labor
Every word just hit high like a 9th grader
Element Jetta relaunching
Destiny slid in the DMs she wants me
To lay down
think Matilda here
This extension is high demand for
This ratchet it's Brazilian hair
Y'all sat him in hot water
Like it stays on a silverware
I blend in
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