[Hook: Grade Aplus]
Grade trilla than most
k** a rapper than I'm k**in the ghost
Sam & Dean
Grade trilla than most
k** a rapper than I'm k**in the ghost
Sam & Dean
[Verse 1: Grade Aplus]
More hoes than Moulin Rouge
More flavor than a buyon cube
Who yall dude? Oh U rap jack?
Thats cool, tap tap...
On the shoulder turn around, booyah ya fool
Cause we don't need ya, you takin up space
Lil f** boys you ain't shakin up Grade
We makin up papes
Paid so many dues i got a refund
Ballin like them hoodrat biteches in tax season
k** a rapper then k** the ghost i got Egon
Ridin shotty slippin dick off inside ya hottie
Sam & Dean holdin the camera
You see the footage on the p**n hub
Get pissed off & try to find me & you can
But know its about 11 other dudes there
Run up if you wanna but that fight ain't gon be too fair
f** around & leave a tooth there
And ya pride & shoe there, get a new pair
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Grade Aplus]
Finish line looking light years away
Thats why a n***a had about 9 beers today
On my knees whipping off tears to pray
And God ain't said sh** back
Just left me looking for a way
But that don't mean I'm losing my faith
Just my logical side lettin the devil try to move in my space
sh** I feel like i could it today
Either get on or get off this planet wit all them rules that i hate
Thats just the liquor speaking
(Don't) give a f** what them n***as thinkin
Probably catch me tweekin happy as sh**
On a different evening
In a hotel, with yo ho's cell blowing up
With you wondering where she's at in she showin up
"No" is what, you getting texted back cause im bout to wreck that
And rap about the sh** up in my next track
If you don't know me you probably wonder where my head's at
But a n***a rap his a** off they gon respect that