Lyrics:
Crossfade like I'm Bia
I'm like Vice City Jimmy
I got paid from a stimmy
Where the record company?
Bad grades from the jump
Guess it just wasn't in me
Give me
cigarettes' and heart breaks
All family warned me about this age
I didn't listen and now look at me
Bad grades, bad habits bad companies
I'm in a bad place now,
up
We still leveling up
High grade keeping me company
Mi never go low
Mi never diss man fi a gyal
Oh baby why you want me go there
Never think mi
the day
Back in tenth grade
Keep that same company
When they link up with me
This what they say
Still root for the titans when we had Matt hassleback
Big
Get grades, toe the line
Keep your behind above the water in the meantime
Join the corporate pyramid
I couldn't blame you if you did
Until you sell
grade, I'm in another altitude
If you cop an attitude I'll go chill with the crew
'Cuz i know they got that
Company
I got that company
And you've got good
the clock, why?
I'm tryna stand the test of time
Me, I'ma hit with the rap
Started the company up for federal scratch
Grade A legal money, now they can't
a kitchen sink play
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Living so close to danger,
Even your friends are strangers
Don't count upon their company
are getting ready for death & starvation
It's all about now in my present situation
I don't want to go past my fourth grade education
All these
the V
Did it in three, homeboy listen to me
[Hook]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, liquor
Turn of the golden key
Company machine
Sell his identity
Spin their golden dream
Sell him out as the boy next door
Take him under their wing
We can get there in hours and build us a base
With the blessings of God and the whole human race
There's millions of tons of the finest grade ore
We can get there in hours and build us a base
With the blessings of God and the whole human race
There's millions of tons of the finest grade ore
fucked with been in love with me
She don't want nothing but a little company
Until the sun is up and that's enough for me
I knew that you would never
Hey, you little bastards
Do you wanna bang heads with me?
Cause it's Friday night or it's Tuesday night
And we're in each other's company
So
to here
There's a small voice crying on the other side of the river from here
It's too late to phone her now
What went wrong, your grades were good
It
better have a good grade like a mixed baby hair"
They say, "We goin' to the tournament, we gonna need you there"
I have more crab legs than Jameis
You
they age
Made they pay grade, the youngster phase
Same mistakes, the times have changed
Tryin' not to touch the cage, but touch interior
In
when I was in fifth
Grade with my mother, she’s
An English professor, and she taught high
Level English and it was my hint at being a
Celebrity because
I feel exotica
This shit is indica
This shit is high grade
This shit is high grade
Taking it easy coz it won't be too long
Until you need me and i
Babe I need your company
I need your awesome conversation
So thirsty, can you water me
I need some kinda stimulation
Good good grade
Alomo for
Babe I need your company
I need your awesome conversation
So thirsty, can you water me?
I need some kinda
Stimulation
Good good grade, Alomo for
Profits dictating social policy
Lining pockets of pharmaceutical companies
You're fighting a war you won't win
Creating a culture of fear
Private
up like corn braids, cause I got a strong way
Force like police raids to never be delayed
I once was the least paid but I made the grade
Cause this
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