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Ciid - 12th Grade (feat. Knowledge the jr. champ) [Fax Ramirez Remix] Lyrics



Ciid - 12th Grade (feat. Knowledge the jr. champ) [Fax Ramirez Remix] Lyrics




Yeah they wanna see me fall wanna see me quit
Woke up one day on a Monday I was still lit
Said I'm gonna chase my dreams run someone who lost it all
Got it back lost it all again damn

Apprehension all the tension much retention
Not to mention my past not to mention the glass
Skip the tension skip it class
Supervention got suspension my ass

Damn 12th grade I been ballin' since the 2nd grade
Grade 2 had to do what I had to
You think you funny tell me what that money can't do
And yeah I saw your brother cut he a straight fool

Yeah I'm f*ckin' on your bitch right in front of you
Your sister I dismissed her
Your bitch hugged my dick and then you kissed her
I let her know she a bad ho she a bad ho she out the coat

Gun smoke bet they don't want no smoke
Gas tote gas got it for the low
Asshole ask what you lookin' for
Crap bowl look at what I'm cookin' ho

Another bag with a zip watch me move this shit
Millie rock move that rock to that cash pot
Wrist lock wrist lock extender with a stop
Extender with a stop sip

Got it choppa let it bite that's a dog fight
Pull up with your clit don't f*ckin' ask me what that red be like
Run a talk and share that 30 clip it be your appetite
Run a talk and share that 30 clip it be your appetite

This a hood this a wish a nigga would talk
Blow up this a run up in your crib talk
This a good pop a nigga where he stood talk
This a lick talk run a nigga's crick talk

Let it bite boy this city got a sight though
Let it chime boy my verse ain't got the mic though
Run it glut when we run up we don't knock though
See em flock when we run up mouth they block though

Knowledge with the strop I'm on top what you with
My homie got the hood tell me that's a hood
Where I'm from I'm a woman gang so you know I bang
If my life in danger throw your life for me

AJ put a hole in your head
You a dolphin no one's takin' my block
I'm a pacifist with a black belt
In the midst keep it clean I might just insist

That you bought my d**k you subsist
Get dismissed the old case it'll go unsolved
I'll just list in the midst with the stop
I'ma beat the case get a team of lawyers

And fight the charge in the 12th grade
I'm a senator with a diplomatic community
Goin' worldwide makin' it straight
I'm the corner where we trappin' at the spot

Yeah we ridin' with that Glock yeah we ridin' with that Glock
We protectin' our spot no one runs up on our block
I got the neighborhood watch yeah
Neighborhood watch yeah

Gun smoke bet they don't want no smoke
Gas tote gas got it for the low
Asshole ask what you lookin' for
Crapbo look at what I'm cookin' ho
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Yeah they wanna see me fall wanna see me quit
Woke up one day on a Monday I was still lit
Said I'm gonna chase my dreams run someone who lost it all
Got it back lost it all again damn

Apprehension all the tension much retention
Not to mention my past not to mention the glass
Skip the tension skip it class
Supervention got suspension my ass

Damn 12th grade I been ballin' since the 2nd grade
Grade 2 had to do what I had to
You think you funny tell me what that money can't do
And yeah I saw your brother cut he a straight fool

Yeah I'm f*ckin' on your bitch right in front of you
Your sister I dismissed her
Your bitch hugged my dick and then you kissed her
I let her know she a bad ho she a bad ho she out the coat

Gun smoke bet they don't want no smoke
Gas tote gas got it for the low
Asshole ask what you lookin' for
Crap bowl look at what I'm cookin' ho

Another bag with a zip watch me move this shit
Millie rock move that rock to that cash pot
Wrist lock wrist lock extender with a stop
Extender with a stop sip

Got it choppa let it bite that's a dog fight
Pull up with your clit don't f*ckin' ask me what that red be like
Run a talk and share that 30 clip it be your appetite
Run a talk and share that 30 clip it be your appetite

This a hood this a wish a nigga would talk
Blow up this a run up in your crib talk
This a good pop a nigga where he stood talk
This a lick talk run a nigga's crick talk

Let it bite boy this city got a sight though
Let it chime boy my verse ain't got the mic though
Run it glut when we run up we don't knock though
See em flock when we run up mouth they block though

Knowledge with the strop I'm on top what you with
My homie got the hood tell me that's a hood
Where I'm from I'm a woman gang so you know I bang
If my life in danger throw your life for me

AJ put a hole in your head
You a dolphin no one's takin' my block
I'm a pacifist with a black belt
In the midst keep it clean I might just insist

That you bought my d**k you subsist
Get dismissed the old case it'll go unsolved
I'll just list in the midst with the stop
I'ma beat the case get a team of lawyers

And fight the charge in the 12th grade
I'm a senator with a diplomatic community
Goin' worldwide makin' it straight
I'm the corner where we trappin' at the spot

Yeah we ridin' with that Glock yeah we ridin' with that Glock
We protectin' our spot no one runs up on our block
I got the neighborhood watch yeah
Neighborhood watch yeah

Gun smoke bet they don't want no smoke
Gas tote gas got it for the low
Asshole ask what you lookin' for
Crapbo look at what I'm cookin' ho
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Writer: Micheal Connolly, Maxwell Frazier
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