kid c., Reaper Mane - 5TH GRADE Lyrics

Yaaah, yah, yah
Aye, yuh

My money long so how my dick taste?
Not wastin' any time if you pisstake
Ain't got my fuckin' mind on any bitch, hey
But I'ma school your ass like we in fifth grade, yeah

I rap like I'm raised in America
Run laps around lames cause I'm better, yuh
Take time out my day when you flexin', uh
I keep bringin' the pain like a wrestler
I'ma fuck up your day, won't regret it, nah
Little bitch, who you think you're impressin', huh?
Couple days ago, you wasn't caring
I thought about dying but then I realized it isn't worth trying
I've been on my own for a long fuckin' time
Take a picture with a bitch or she just gonna lie
I've been on my own for a long fuckin' time
Take a picture with a bitch or she just gonna lie
I've been on my own for a long fuckin' time
Take a picture with a bitch or she just gonna lie
I've been on my own for a long fuckin' time
Take a picture with a bitch or she just gonna

My money long so how my dick taste?
Not wastin' any time if you pisstake
Ain't got my fuckin' mind on any bitch, hey
But I'ma school your ass like we in fifth grade, yeah

Wavy crew international
I'm the captain, I steer the waves and the boat
It's my passion, I feel like an animal
Cause I'm thrashin' up In the cage that I broke
Out of rapping, how did it happen so quick?
Got little thots who be wanting this dick
Even though we really not even shit
I'm a old dog with a couple new tricks, yeah
I never was cool, boy, I never was dope
'Til they started noticing the lyrics I wrote
And now they sayin' that my music helps 'em cope
Boy, I love the support, but why am I broke?
I feel like a joke, and life's a lie
I just wanna croak, but scared to die
I'm wearing this cloak over my eyes
I keep to myself cause I despise the most of you
I hold the truth, above all else to save myself
I'm hardly here, the hardest years has took it's toll between my ears
That's why I'm the Reaper Mane, died and inflict the same pain
On the weaker prey, pray for some better days
Wish I could levitate, out of this fucking place
Stuck in my ugly ways, ever since the fifth grade

My money long so how my dick taste?
Not wastin' any time if you pisstake
I ain't got my fuckin' mind on any bitch, hey
But I'ma school your ass like we in fifth grade, yeah

Hol' up a minute, you said we commited
What we have is special, you better be kiddin'
You actin' resentful, you don't share my vision
You just want a winner, don't wanna catch feelings
Got no sympathy, now I'm poor
Lie about hoppin' out suicide doors
When it comes to the rapping, I'm feeling so bored
I wanna just sing with my shit vocal chords, yeah
Baby, you don't know what I've been doing
You so ungrateful, you don't like it when you losing
Now that I'm single, yeah, you know on I've been moving
The love we had, call it a wrap cause it's been ruined
But now, I go hard, that CVTEBOY$ the movement, we go far
The shit you do, I don't condone, nah
And the kid renegading the most, ah
Shoutout REAPER MANE, Wavy666
Wavy hit after hit, hit, hit
Bitches calling me lit, lit, lit
Drop outta college, I did, did, did

My money long so how my dick taste?
Not wastin' any time if you pisstake
I ain't got my fuckin' mind on any bitch, hey
But I'ma school your ass like we in fifth grade, yeah