Grade-A

This is the plan
Blow up become the man
Get these stacks
Give away what I can
I'm just doing what you cant
I am smoking on these plants
Getting high like old man pants
I am taking every chance
I just do my happy dance
When the cash hit my hands
Giving half to my kin
Because they deserve the bands
Puffing on these grams
Keeps my mind in a trance
I'll do a little lean
And hit my b-boy stance

Hey wait
You can't fuck with me cause I am
Grade A
You just a side of fucking
Bologna
Everything you do is so phony
Ya phony

This shit lit
Just like a wick
Bout to take a big rip
But the liquor I just sip
Bout to hit a pick six
If your throwing you'll just whiff
Like all you get off the spliff
You won't get a hit
I'm just doing what I dig
Don't care about the risk
Ima get all this cash
It just is what it is
And I bet you'd still bitch
Even if I let you in
So you ain't on my team
Cause we ain't really friends

Hey wait
You can't fuck with me cause I am
Grade A
You just a side of fucking
Bologna
Everything you do is so phony
Ya phony

I'm going in
I'm never gunna stop
Bout to get all this loot
And grind to the top
All this money make her hot
So I collect all this guap
You know what I'm smoking on
While you smoking on them rocks
I got 50 dollar socks
In my brand new Doc's
How can you walk the walk
In you old ass Crocs
You will never ever pop
You take a bite I just chomp
I am eating what I got
And you just complain a lot

Hey wait
You can't fuck with me cause I am
Grade A
You just a side of fucking
Bologna
Everything you do is so phony
Ya phony



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Writer(s): Cody Kluetzman
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