Since the 1st Grade

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YSR Gramz - Rap, USA

Since the 1st Grade

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[Intro: YSR Gramz] (Ooh, Sav killed it) Ahh [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Nigga, stop sayin' that shit, you ain't YN Jay Just 'cause you cool with what's-his-name, you is not gang Soon as you do some bullshit, I don't look at you the same You only flashin' two thousand dollars, you is not a stain When I lost my nigga Gabe, gang, all I felt was pain Drop a hundred shots on your gang, we gon' make it rain I fall off, I know my nigga gon' put me in the game I been fuckin' grown-ass bitches, they ain't know my age I been gettin' paid, what these niggas say? A nigga touch a chain on my neck, he gon' get flamed Nigga talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, he tryna get fame My nigga do anything, he tryna get paid I been tryna run this money up for sixty-six days Oh, you might as well stop rappin', you only got sixty-six plays I always knew I was gon' be that one nigga since the sixth grade [Interlude: YN Jay] Damn, oh, you— oh, you talkin' 'bout like in elementary? You talkin' 'bout el— like when we was kids and shit? [Verse 2: YN Jay] I ain't gon' lie, Quavis, I knew we was gon' make it since the first grade Me and Q was beatin' niggas' ass in the third grade I just hit a smart school bitch off my wordplay I got kicked outta school on my first day I was really up a hundred thousand on my worst day Oh, you talkin' 'bout like the past five months? 'Cause, Jay, you was just— aight I ain't gon' lie, I was just dead broke Freak bitch give me too much neck, this bitch head broke I just tried to hit her like Cam'ron, my leg broke I'll beat your ass in front of fam— ah I'll beat your ass in front of fam like Craig folks Big bitch tried to ride my bike, my pegs broke Nigga passed me some Doo Doo Brown, it was really dookie weed, my head broke I had to beat her on the couch 'cause my bed hurt Damn, I just broke the headboard I'ma hit him up top, I'ma get a head score How the fuck you up three— ah How the fuck you up three hundred thousand and your mans poor? Bottled dog in the club, got his head sore Three best friends let me fuck, they was fans more Big gun make 'em move around, make 'em dance more I just smacked a bitch hard as hell, got my hand sore

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Credits

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  • YSR Gramz
  • YN Jay