Lyrics:
Yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah, yeah
It's Lil Gnar, yeah
It's Lil Gnar, yeah
It's Lil Gnar
Smoking on medical tell by the odor
She put her ass
Talkin' 'bout that they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout their first date
Talkin' 'bout that they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout their first date
on
Oakland, California can't leave me alone
Cause I'm the most rappin, most rhymin
Sold my drop-top, but I'm still high-sidin
I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
goes against my pride
So like two desperado's we'll ride off in the sun
But just remember you owe me one"
It was high school and football on two
Some girls go to church on Sunday
Live life by the golden rule
You got girls gonna graduate one day
Some come laude from party school
Some they
At seventeen we fell in love
High school sweethearts,
love was so brand new
We took the vows of man and wife
Forever, for life
I remember how
herself, to him, who knew for sure
Possessed they say by satan's insane lure
High a'top the mountain, for years they say she's seen
Looking down upon
Got my hands in everything like kids with bad manners
Save the high school banter
At night school you studied my life lookin' for answers
I hear my
you
Left the high early, I ain't go to school
Young nigga bendin' corners in the old school
I just bought a new strap, no that's not my crew
I keep
of rugger pants
I put them on and I went to the high school dance
Dad said I had to be home by eleven
Aw, man, I'm gonna miss Stairway to Heaven
This is
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
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,
the man in Wayback win in high school used to call me cinnamon
Apple in your hand we jacket flip itfor 210
if it leads to combat got to get away so finish
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
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
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
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
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
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
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
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
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