Lyrics:
band up by the tons
Bad bitch with a attitude acting real rude
Real hair looking like weave swear she got it glued
In the gym five am working on her
cool
Huh, game 7, only down by two
I go Draymond, we don't follow rules
Like fuck a tech, you get Jordan Poole
Class in session time to go to school
No
favorite song is Silly Watch by Uzi Vert
I whip that crown Vic and that shit go skirt skirt
80 in a 20, yeah I'm whipping going hella fast
Push the pedal,
stand to close I might Draw down
Just cuz my finger was itching
Young niggas don't shootout at gyms
They rather shootout on Blocks
Fuck a 9 to 5 he
ass I'm the best in my class
Where my scars like a rank In the gym shooting long
I don't even touch the paint From the gym plotting heavy
We gon' make
the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never
His peers shed tears his senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average day student
A student participated in class, never came late
And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by
Remember, I pulled my privates out in class
And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!)
guarantee it don't mean shit to me
Y'all just talking shit to me
But I only hear the breeze of the wind just passing by
And the occasional buzz of a fly
1v
Cant understand some of these
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
competitive by 5 instead
Applying that energy to the drums, bells
Apps lying, my inner G fumes when one's smelt
That's why I simmer these tunes in rum, felt
All my niggas off them yoppas like the '80s
And they ain't tryna go to rehab, just like Amy
I just want me and my bitches in a foreign back to back
Some men were born to be heroes
Bet everything comin' up with zeroes
Some think they God but you know how that goes
Que sera sera
(Yeah, uh
five-years-old
Mentioning MegaMan, one of my heroes
To one of my other buddies
Only has like three while the others dumped me
But that's cool, always kept my
Chea, yo, yo
A nine to five was never woven in my DNA
My X and Y chromosomes resembled TSA
I stayed, reaching for the bags
I want to be the best in
made a nigga willful
I was reincarnated by the Lin Kuei
Flow so cold... true spitten ...Ice sickles
Real shit , True never been simp
Uh uh....ain't
that lease
Button-down silk shirt made by Dreez
Bro couldn't sip syrup got him on creatine
Every day, I wake up, hit the gym and I deadlift
5
all that class (Oouuh)
Somehow I would still miss you, waitin' while the hours pass (Uh huh)
You had a way with words, straight facts no sass (No sass)
get taxed with no big cat
I keep the fifth by my sack like it's 5th Ave
Industry niggas want me starving, homie forget that
Fuck it man, I'm finna
the heroes like I'm Dr. Doom
Smoking hella spliffs all fucking afternoon
It get hard to breathe when at this altitude
It get hard to win but
Do that shit by
picture this shit
with six Aunts five Uncles
thugging a double apartment out
kids, cousins, and brothers
there I go in the pamper by the radiator
cursing
it now
And I made her wait
Took it to trial
And I beat my case
I'm at the bar
I buy by the case
Keeping the bag
Inside the safe
I got a v8
If they
Lamar I'm killing in Madden
Crashing my evo you playing with static
Half-court shot they feeling the magic
Grew up on Nas I keep it Illmatic
Five star
remains might
It's feelin' like I'm pickin' on nerds (Pickin' on nerds)
This a miniature purge, from top five to the injured reserve
I stomped his head
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