Ged (feat. 4-ize / Laws)

I just got my g.e.d

So there ain't shit you can say to me

I just got my g.e.d

So there ain't shit you can say to me

I just got my g.e.d

So there ain't shit you can say to me

Yeah, kato

Jarren, benton

4, Ize

Waddup?

You ever try to suck your own dick?

That shit never works do it?

I just got my g.e.d. Nigga!

Finna style on these niggas

Every day I wake up (yawn)

Tryna get this cake up

Smack a bitch so hard, I knock off all her make-up

Stomach rumbling, fucking rappers 'bout to get ate up

Y'all a bunch of queers, they cheering for team jacob

Josephine baker, blowing green acres

Bully niggas for lunch money, I need paper

Fuck with me, is bump 50 with clean razors

And I stand the fuck out like new shorts and pink gators

Torpedo on my arm

Bitch up out the norm'

And I'm posted at the bar all day like I'm norm

Clueless like a blood in a blue uniform

And the shit I'm smoking got me seeing blue unicorns (woo)

Stunting on these niggas like I just hit the lottery

Dick in your bitch ass, like a colonoscopy

Got my ged, but I majored in philosophy

Got a minor in psychology, who's fucking hot as me?

Niggas think it's a game, cause jarren's a monopoly

Sawed off shotgun, to break you off properly

Stand between me and my paper, like apostrophe

Give niggas lobotomies, they shittin' out colostomies

Bitches used to diss me, they ain't wanna talk to me

Jock's shoved me in the lockers cause I act awkwardly

Now I'm getting pussy like I study gynecology

The dopest nigga from the bottom, yeah bitch, I got him here

Uh-huh, I said yeah bitch I gotta be

Blessed like the dalai lama

Your mama honour me

Probably, it's certified, guaranteed

Kato, jarren b, 4ize apparently

The illest motherfuckers like 3, the hard ways

So I freestyle, getting off at freedom parkway

Okay? Is y'all pissed off yet?

Cut the cheque, my money long as chris bosh neck

With paid salary in eric 9's art gallery

I'm a beast, with the vampire immortality

In the pale moonlight, dancing

I'm dancing, romancing fine bitches like scarlett johansson

Freaky sluts and tramps with these hoes

I'll show 'em what they pussy made for

Black, white, indian, italian, asians and puerto ricans

Fucking every colour in the rainbow

My fire, flame, oh

I'm smoking on the best for a living

And sex is a given if I'm next to a pigeon

Chicken head, hood rat, googoo with a monkey

The ambassador, I do it for my country

Do it for the haters, I do it for hip-hop

Ain't nothin peewee up under my big top

I'm hard headed like a boner

Stupid like homer

With a general education diploma

Castlevanian mansion

Ring, brady and manson

Ballerina in the attic and the lady's dancing

80 Phantoms, maybe I'm inhaling branson

And maybe I'm bronson

Super sperm, break the condom

A hundred kids walk around with my physical structure

My older son drank 'till he made his liver rupture

My second oldest like moses

'Cept he took two of every creature

Put 'em in his freezer and he froze 'em

My brain half dead, pledge allegiance to the chosen

These hookers want my kids, caught 'em leaving with the trojan

Try and empty it with legs open

I close-lined her in the days inn parking lot and now she choking

I'm laughing at the moon while I'm rapping to this tune

I will make an ass out of you if you ever assume

Configure me cause I'm using simplicity

I will fucking stab you next month, and turn the future to history

People think I'm a prophet cause I'm dressing like socrates

Easy access, has always been my philosophy

I don't even flow, my words sit on top of the beat

Kathy bates style, use a clock to (pluck?) your feet

Down with the sledge hammer, call me 5-0

Dead rappers, I don't turn heads, I give neck fractures

And split heads after

Call me jack the rapper

You motherfuckers pitch crack, I attack the battle

I just got my g.e.d

So there ain't shit you can say to me

I just got my g.e.d

So there ain't shit you can say to me

I just got my g.e.d

So there ain't shit you can say to me