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ysr gramz & yn jay - since the 1st grade كلمات الأغنية

[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

- ysr gramz yn jay

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