Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
And they can't get a job, 'cause they missing the degree
The furnace be permanently burning g's to the 3rd degree
I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city
Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Bitch, they call it motor city
Get off rap pad and get a degree
And i got a little big, keep it low key
Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree
Yo you know my flow is so much colder like it's one degree
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha
Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,
My game cold, one degree
I’m tryna be low key
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