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lirik lagu since the 1st grade – ysr gramz & yn jay

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[intro: ysr gramz]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
ahh

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
n*gga, stop sayin’ that sh*t, you ain’t yn jay
just ’cause you cool with what’s*his*name, you is not gang
soon as you do some bullsh*t, i don’t look at you the same
you only flashin’ two thousand dollars, you is not a stain
when i lost my n*gga 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 n*gga gon’ put me in the game
i been f*ckin’ grown*ass b*tches, they ain’t know my age
i been gettin’ paid, what these n*ggas say?
a n*gga touch a chain on my neck, he gon’ get flamed
n*gga talkin’ crazy on the ‘gram, he tryna get fame
my n*gga 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 n*gga since the sixth grade
[interlude: yn jay]
d*mn, oh, you— oh, you talkin’ ’bout like in elementary?
you talkin’ ’bout el— like when we was kids and sh*t?

[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’ n*ggas’ ass in the third grade
i just hit a smart school b*tch 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 b*tch give me too much neck, this b*tch 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 b*tch tried to ride my bike, my pegs broke
n*gga 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
d*mn, i just broke the headboard
i’ma hit him up top, i’ma get a head score
how the f*ck you up three— ah
how the f*ck you up three hundred thousand and your mans poor?
bottled dog in the club, got his head sore
three best friends let me f*ck, they was fans more
big gun make ’em move around, make ’em dance more
i just smacked a b*tch hard as h*ll, got my hand sore

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