Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uhh Class of '09 Half of you motherfuckers didn't even graduate, you stupid motherfuckers But on another note, congratulations to the other motherfuckers that, passed Yeah Alright, yo [Verse 1] Kindergarten, I was onto y'all farting on the swingset Looking for a female to- Call institute, first Church of God went fast Europe was the smartest, lil fuckin' ed- Gay programmin' answer, was the only nigga That could mention up a sentence in a stanza Bananas and pajamas was the shit Baduizm I was jammin' My LA mantra was the cancer of my breakthrough Yeah [Bridge] I fucked up but keep it going Yeah, aye, ayе Aye, aye, aye Da-da-da da-day Niggas in thе club, niggas in the club Bitches showin' me love, bitch I'm wearing a nice ass purse, bitch Na-na na-na, alright [Verse 2] Sixth grade at privates, the puberty a twister Kissin' every little bitch, coming home with fever blister Seventh grade, mom payed la tierra I was amazed, I was bullied by faggots, they bang Eighth grade I was jackin' off chronically Dick swollen honestly, to this day astonishly Richard Henry Dana, I was bangin' from the alamo Ended that shit, I won my Eighth grade talent show Yeah Eat my ass, in the club Niggas all up in the club like "What?" I'm like "Bitch, where you from?" Eastside, fuckin' banging, niggas Walk with a brownie And them watchin' all them [Interlude] Ah, what up, hoe, say what's up Arf, arf, arf, arf Yo [Verse 3] Ninth grade, I went to fuckin' fag academy For math and science, yeah, they hated me Straight F's, failed tests, future, man I failed that Fuck that, fourteen, hormones in full effect Tenth grade was a wreck, Hawthorne was a breeze Popcorn, all D's, show no fuck respect The only sophomore that was stuck in chem I failed him quicker than head from little quim And I remember Brenda, a kiss in that September Wanted to rape her and bend her But I guess that shit offends her Changed school mid-year, then I went to media arts I didn't know my heart wasn't in the art to tell then Ben 10 couldn't picture I felt like I got Jack for my fucking Ripper, skipper Junior made the best shit ever Grades good, I was clever, information I endeavor I was the only nigga that took the SAT Well, it was two Asians, an ese Three other blacks with a mixed, don't count Guessed on that math shit, I couldn't move, roll 'bout Don't smoke, I was sober, but my niggas had an ounce Hotbox, had to move a school to escape, no doubt [Interlude] Aye, okay, next part [Verse 4] Twelfth grade, going mental on the pencil Instrumental black and motherfucking forth to Sacramento Elve grade for two weeks, didn't speak really But I met the coolest people, if you hear me, y'all was illy Amtrak, back and forth from the Sac', I learned my lessons Start cutting at my wrist, then I went to a depression Suspended every week, hats taken, broke as fuck Sarah dating other niggas, I was heated I was treated like a stranger, all the gang bangers Flang her, emo life was a hanger My knowledge with college, well, a eighth grade polish I was Nazi, I was nigga, I was angered, I was pilin' But I fucked that for freshmen, fuck, I found it in time When it now was in the chaw with a guy Won a llama, soma nama with the niggas in the wooler Fawligen and towel with a mother bodily holder [Outro] Oh shit, fuck, I just fucked up