Grade School

(Mm, beats on a beat)
Mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm, mm, mm
Eh

She ain't got no name, she gon' fuck you just to up her rank
Play football, numbers, diamonds, dancing, just like a little saint
Finish line, close, I can't complain, hate when I hold a thing
Try to kick the cup, but my bitch love when I fuck up the drink
Like niggas' hoes, when they get locked, they sing like Tory Lanez
Made a hit myself, got 50 pointers, still got none to blame

Get fly, I know my watch is playing
She cringing 'cause she know my pain
I'm crying 'cause shit ain't nothing the same
Be you shit, I be fucking Frank

Default, been paying my shit, I like chain clothes
She so quick to switch up, then that's how the game go, mm (how the game go)
I done fell in love with guns, money, bank, bro
Keep a check up, in the book bed, look like I'm in grade school (I'm in grade school)

Everyone say they feel me, I get upset, but no fatty A's (fatty A's)
I'm tight, don't talk, do what I want, I get there from my day
TSA been hung, my dick don't trick you, buy another bag
One hand on my drink, go, had to stay, I ain't running from my pace

Driving, but E-Tips blinding me, I'm trying not to crash
Going through my home, shit, I don't call you cause you always mad
I know that shit real, that body traffic Got my soul just sad
Crazy part is you won't let her see me and you won't know your dad

Why do I still feel it? It's been years, I'm trying to get over that
What you know about being around your family? Feel like knowing that
Granny getting old, I'm seeing gray, used to have golden hair
Everybody eat, get to the table, we done sold your chair

Default, been paying my shit, I like chain clothes
She so quick to switch up, then that's how the game go, hm
I done fell in love with guns, money, bank, bro
Keep a check up, in the book bed, look like I'm in grade school

Go
(Keep a check up, look like I'm in grade school)
(Keep a check up, look like I'm in grade school)