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Lyrics:

Take it back all the way to 9th grade. When I was catching flack for how I got played. A lot strayed from my dumb not knowing better ass. Tryna be a trendsetter ass, go getter ass. And I don’t blame ‘em, the game him was creating. Was not innovating, rightly got a lot of hating. Back then, I would ask ya to fight me like Mac 10, knowing I’m ho’ing and nothing packed in. My pocket, I’m bluffing, eye socket see nothing, but trouble waiting to bubble, my personality double. You can heckle Jekyll, but not Mr. Hyde. But when they would test my so called best, I cried. I thought I balled best, wasn’t there yet. And never would be, should he, go air it. Out in therapy, clearly, but I didn’t listen. Didn’t hear the help out, it didn’t glisten.

9th Grade, a charade of sorts. Focused on gym but I would trade the sports. For better peace of mind, cease the bind I was in. Even though I know, we all does sin.

Still I feel like I was tryna be real. By threatening to kill when the only thing that ill. Was me, the lonely bring drama to the building. I had to tell myself that I’m a stop wielding. All my issues, my tissues, were due to the misuse. Of my thoughts, caught inside was lots. Of misguided, I would, diss hided. From reality, thinking I can’t be touched calamity. Much of my year was crushed, rushed like that girl. I took to, I sit back like “look, you made ya world”. Around her, and sir she ‘ready had a guy. Steady going, knowing I, was attracted, in fact did. I ever own up, nah, I wasn’t grown up. Tryna be a better me, is the goal today. We all can stand tall, hand y’all words we spit. But some turds of shit, ya gotta stroll what ya say.

9th Grade, a charade of sorts. Focused on gym but I would trade the sports. For better peace of mind, cease the bind I was in. Even though I know, we all does sin.

9th Grade (Prod. Blunt)

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i b mumbling 

i aint got not type
fuckin with that hoe
ion think she want me 
ive been thinkin bout her
im out here by my lonely 
all my friends are saying 
i should forget all about her
my life grey without her 
whats the point of trying
got me out here crying 
that shit mortifying 
need sum purifying 
sum lil occupying
two hoes and sum lines
a bottle and two limes
three hoes and more lines
need 2 spend the time 
i aint got not type

9th Grade (Prod. Blunt)

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