Lyrics:
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up
the
Cellars and the shavers
To a high rise balcony way in the air
Stand on my own, so I don't need no favors
And the watch on my wrist dumber
Than any one
the same since high school
Back in the day cute face
Thick thighs with the lil' bitty waist
Since she just finished school
Now she work in the back
Now I'm
cross finger pads
If you think that I'm crass, well relax, don't get drastic
Had ride by's by high school with a gat, made of plastic
Nerf on your turf
Harley hardly could ever really make it by
Going to school for psychology working part-time
As a jester bouncy house parties always smiles
Despite
Since a baby
I was born
To get that
Looking up to Corey Baxter
He was getting to that
Grammar school
High school
Dickies stayed with some sake
All facts
jamboree
And a group shot of our high school rugby team
Oh those old Rhodie photies
That spoke of all the golden days gone by
Oh those old Rhodie photies
of this college life
Out of high school didn't go right into college
Thought a 9 to 5 was better so I sacrificed my knowledge
My life was at a stand
meager beginnings
Where shared a bed with her sister 'till 18
First out of high school, first out of college
Childhood a nightmare, now she's up outta
depressing, I know
But this is part of life, and this is how you grow
Time has gone by now, going off to high school
It'll be alright, yeah
You're a lot
THC, light it up, give my lungs, sweet relief
get it high, take it get by my arua, shine bright
cleaning up my spirit, fill my mind now I'm feel alright
the starlight
Even though his family set the bar high
Somehow always knew that he'd be alright
Wanted to be pure but his coat was always off-white
Haunted by
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
Probably bought it in your high school vending machine
Kept it in your wallet since you was sixteen
In the back pocket of your Cross Colour jeans
And then
And the radio's singing song
All the favorite melodies
He was a navy man
Stationed in Newport news
She was a high school queen
With nothing left to lose
on the streets deceased
Lookin' through my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies, poof
We used
Spearamint.
Thought she was the bomb,
The way the bitch humped.
Let's get freaky tonight, let's get rolled
let's get high as a kite, you know. Baby
to criticize me I criticize you
Been the same muthafucka since in high school
Any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
Blankin' out bought my first eight
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit, apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with a heart when
Swerving in a hooptie, but a nigga not drunk
I'm high off of life, with a pinch of skunk
Maybe high off of determination, but I'm low on luck
living' the life (whooo!)
Without the life (god damn)
Gotta make it today to live up on the stage (hey)
So I'm blowing it up like a high school game
I
long to see who would stay strong
High school upon
Some be -Boys put their gang bangs on
But some kept on doing
Step on to ruin
Others that were pursuing
cope
By the time you peep this shit here,
I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches, & High School enemies
All
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