Lyrics:
a bunch of used nails
We grew up in the church together nigga
Sunday school
Now I heard you off into jackin' nigga
That ain't even cool
I used
was missin
Because I didn't listen, I got upset the kids didn't listen
It wasn't until the school was over, they thought I was buggin' out
Time for
told me when I graduate eighth grade, he would be home
Then they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
I went away to Morris
told me when I graduate eighth grade, he would be home
Then they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
I went away to Morris
get up out my pride
I was thinking bout them karmas skipping school to get high
Momma had to jug to pay rent and get by
Hopped up of the porch I had my
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in
the dust
You need to, wait to hear the school bell
When the bell rang, dance with my friends at the hallway
Everyone's watching, their seeing Beauty
a gun threat
When they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet (huh?)
So bring the money by tonight, cause your wife
Said this the biggest knife
Bruno
I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back
Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down
nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)
Ain't nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea (we got five on it)
How we do
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school
And they always say the same things
Don't be a gangster or a dope fiend
Get your high school diploma, go to college
Get a degree and start makin' dollars
freaks and hippies in my high school;
Football players all tryin' to be cool.
And everybody scramblin' to hide their beer'
When the cops drove by till
teacher
So when I was 25 I was filling out my application for work
What did you study?
I was a high school English teacher at the time when I first started
Yuh it's Ness come on
High School they was like Ness "What you on?"
I ain't give no shits, I didn't even show up for no prom
I said fuck that shit,
and check YouTube
I got a house with a dope view
See the ocean, dope shit, you an '06, I'm an '02
But enough about high school
I'm gettin' laid, or I'm
hands were raised.
Charmed by the chalk, the lessons were taught, inside the class
They studied the rules of the samurai schools, they had to pass
school I miss you best friend
Why did you go
You had so many dreams and aspirations
I was gonna be right there by your side
I remembered when you called me
burn a little weed
She just sucked off Ren, now she want Ricky P
We get money, and shake fake friends that get funny
Pull the old schools out when
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
side and they continue to gain
A really good relationship throughout the school days
But eventually she said something that took him by surprise
She said
her the world
But at seventeen, you only want one thing
I left her standin' there with my high school ring
Innocent tears in the pourin' rain
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