Lyrics:
to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
when I say I count base
Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers
Bumped into my high school teachers
They said I wouldn't be nothing,
jazz when I say I count base
Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers
Bumped into my high school teachers
They said I wouldn't be
Mowing the lawns at a high school in Arlington
And who's the richer man?
Oh oh oh oh oh (3x)
Who's the richer man?
Charles made a lot on Wall Street
chilling with my Partners my round
[Verse 2]
Made a left on Sherry Street back when that was Jo Lyn
Behind the high school where all them niggas use to throw
to the rink, the Arlington Skatium rink
We would turn up for Super Sunday, then go back to school on Monday
You'd leave your n***a, to come on with me
niggas ain't loyal, I rep Taylor-Gang to the soil
And for Jetlife you'll be a memorial
You wanna learn how, here's the tutorial
2009 nigga if this new
It's unreliable (reliable)
To a jury trial, yes, it is triable (triable)
We're citin' our sources
Gettin' off our high horses
But let it be known
stupid, you know how we do it
(Only visit theme parks or foreign exchange students)
valencia (get up) UCF (stand up)
Both: And all the high schools sing it
after High School
I even hope to become the real best friends to every single one
The last "Isolation" track was from Lil' Chungus
I made it 'cause back
The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z crush!
Uh the high yella, with the acapella
She say it ain't about the cheese
It's the way we chop
Doing 89 niggas waste no time
Make a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop
Midwestside never flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
to Stephenson High school
At any point
You get in free
If you are on the Atlanta twerk team
You get in free
Or if you know someone on the Atlanta twerk team
You
drifting
High!
You know I'm (Drifting, drifting)
I said I'm (Drifting, drifting)
I am
I'm drifting in mind (Drifting, drifting)
Drifting, is my mind?
on school nights
Or at the dice game popping shit rolling blue dice taking side
Bets like oh I bet I do twice
Some little nigga got murdered on my birthday
no school
No rushin on this Moscow mule
So pass the Tito's
Sunsets and Casamigos
To all my peoples this for you
My day one amigos
So this how we roll
a hand full of keys to the doors for the dreamers
So high school was like messin up laundry
Fuckin with a colorful girl by the bleachers
But
Soon after
a local high school
So impressed by their sacrifice took an oath for themselves
(oh oh oh oh)
They send us to the fight
Telling us that its alright
We're
I was still in High School, 1979, in the same town where Jimi Hendrix is buried
Back then it was just a bronze marker in the ground, not the Memorial
never been
At fourteen years
It took my hip
No more normal for a kid
Who grew up prayin' he would
Get to play second base
At his high school but his
don't know man, my high school has been a proper floccinaucinihilipilification
back to high school when my sister was a teen and me squatting in that 442 was dream
Ridin' Martin Luther King on 38th with cousin Dominique
By any means
die before me I'm gonna build them memorials
I got the pills and the formulas
Light up the tree like an ornament
I got these hoes having tournaments
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