Lyrics:
Like student the truth and lying the teacher
Like student the truth and lying the teacher
Materialistic jerkin they soul
No pots for the pissin
My
of the tools in my inventory
Things the teachers don't teach you
And now the student might lead you
If you wanna leave the class, then you're free
(Aye)
(This shit funky)
(You know what time it is)
(Aye)
Nigga I'm from Queens
Looks sweet don't it
Quite suburban till they pull up black suburban
new lecture just adds to my ledger
Every student clever at the end of the semester
It's my pleasure to be the aggressor
Whoever wherever whenever
got debt student loans
And this girl I'm tryna cupid
Penny saving everyday
Everyday another penny
I've been working holidays
This double pay weaighing
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
at observing it would be quite frivolous if
We don't let ourselves look at life positively to steer clear of stress and through several
Different vantage points
Fuck this man
I'm like "fuck it!" Every mornin' makin' it stack
Keep the inventory stocked and the price unmatched
I ain't fuckin with you pussies
a coupon
And we'd be too gone off a sack of stress weed
I was broke then, couldn't cop the best weed
Then she would just leave in a black hatchback
stress you out, pray about it, or you go to church
Upper class treat the lower class like some fuckin’ trash
Work your ass off and still be lower than
your bad self)
It's straight up madness everywhere I look
Used to be a straight A student
Now he's a crook
Robbing people just to smoke or shoot up
Used
Student of life with the rugged exterior mode
Blind a devil with the bold black and gold shine
I walk the thin line and hold mine, let the people respond
Slice tongues from your area code
Student of life with the rugged exterior mode
Blind a devil with the bold black and gold shine
I walk the thin line
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye
are students from the Tech
Their average age is twenty
Of the ten just two are male and all the girls are pretty
Peter's short and very thin
He only
Bachelor's degree
Including newly accepted and continuing students
For People of Color who exist under constant economic stress
This is a game-changer
I hope
White belt (Oss) Few stripes (Oss)
Blue belt (Oss) Jiu-jitsu life (Oss)
Purple belt getting better (Oss)
Brown belt even better (Oss)
Black belt
woah pheew
Look what you did
You thought that you could play with the kid
But you're dealing with a black brother
A sole brother
An intelligent
I'm driving while black
I don't know how to act
I'm blashing speakers
The bass is in the back
The freedom got me dreaming
I'm out my window
and students
Always judged a nigga
On the low
But I could hear them
Behind closed doors
Told myself one day
Imma rock that fancy shit
Out of the stores
Skipping
to the powerful we have no power at all/ politicians fuck us then tag our names on the bathroom stall/ got a hundred million students but the class too small and I
usually ring all day
Between the student and staff- Yeah, you could hear’em sing
-
You don’t wanna test me out today because I’m not the one
It’s a little
black like an angel died
Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay your ties
It's like that to the day that our loved ones die
Lookin up at the sky,
Had to let that breathe a sec
This is me reliving stress
Money the motive
I run up to it
And grab it as fast as I can
Passion is never lacking within
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