Lyrics:
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
box
We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops
Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that raps
From the hills that made high
me if you can
Rollin in a drop top lamb da Glock go bam!
Bounce like a trampoline
Thousands that's amped as me
Kids run up on your school campus slap
and the girls have rules
They came here from their Bible schools
They can make you pay attention
To the way you dress and eat
Make you trip over your own two
and magic
Not all that far off from
A life spent in transit
Some words on the wilderness
From a failed high school poet
With half written metaphors
To buffer
predicament
Feet in the mud feel as though Im still settling
But nomadic what did I step all in
Nevermind that litty wit a high school friend
Reading people
Student dog I think I need the PPP
I love Gsu but sometimes I can feel alone
An open campus but it feels like its nowhere to go
I told my momma that I'm
INTRO:
time is of essence a blessing to our screaming time in our of the world
Know the righteous is those your 3rds our open and expose the truth
mental gymnastics
I move with force when under armor, whole campus is clapping
Schools in session black cloak it's no room for guessing
So you foolish
sweatshirt
I walk through the library and see your face
There you were
There you were at my high school
All the girls are in the common room blushing over
This take me back to the summers
When we was just riding through campus
Know I should go back to school one day but got all the answers
Dodging
around the flood when
It’s dry as a bone
Ditched high school to go to college campus
Barely graduated and our parents
Couldn’t stand it
You would have
thing we cutting it's tail off
Early morning on that road, tryna get me a bail off
I'm out the way, high as hell on Waikiki Beach
My bitch a real
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
to lunchpels
He man then transformers to ducktales
Life was simple
four square to Sunday school
Third Baptist kind of Catholic depending who
Who's asking I was
Opened up a store, but it's open in Decatur
Niggas wanna be high, lost, need a prayer
I'm from the streets, don't get to choose what's fair
You want your
off, legg running out the house with a thick smut trying to catch up
That gpg stop so deep, bus driver already know whats up
In School High, pack be gone
all younger than me. The classroom is set up much like a high school chemistry lab class from yesteryear, complete with long, black tables built for
I'm so tired
But I just can't lose my style
Ok, I'm back to school you niggas, this is open campus
This is pimpin', I should slap a nigga
a casting call area, I think it was called Music Notes. It was a classified section for open calls and auditions. And after school, every day, I circled all
really shut the door and let you open new ones
It only took me a month
'Til I was bored of the fun
The fun I was never having
Was just some problems outrun
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