Lyrics:
cause I'm dripping
My old crush wanna hit it
Should've let me in in high school
Now the nerd pulled up in a lemon
Hold up hold my phone
Neighbors looking
Stop playin'
One wrong move
A knock his head off his shoulders
Keep the chicken round
Like a nigga work at Culver's
Bagging shit up
But I don't fuck
High five, high five, high five
High five, high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high
a reasonable man to say?
There's a high school in Alabama named after Robert E. Lee
And it's eighty-nine percent black, you don't see the irony?
What it do
will drive you mad
I've seen it happen, it's so sad
Just log out, stop checking ads
And move into a high rise
Who needs community?
Not me and you
left it at home I might just avoid it
Medical card I might get me some og
I need a deal I might pull on Sony
I just had a slice a pie in culver city
loot, no jobs, and plus a high renter
Cellular phone to check the Pac Bell message center,
Which she does too much, and I'm really not with it
She
he moved into the community)
(And they tried to tape him to a flag pole or a tree up at the high school)
(So if you don't fit their mold)
(It's
Yeah
Look
Yeah
Look
See I remember being in school yeah
Used to have a little fricken shitty Android and shit
And my boy K
Was always bluetoothing
aggressive and a patronising tone
Targeted by police for our choice of clothes
Poor school kids excluded when caught with drugs
While the rich sit smug coz
in a toilet)
(I'm gonna build) a Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
A Stepfather Factory
they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
I went away to Morris Brown, I graduated, and he still ain't home
Now I'm an adult,
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
they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
I went away to Morris Brown, I graduated, and he still ain't home
Now I'm an adult,
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
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
from high school
Against, the veterans of the city, all well established
Going 'gainst eleventh graders, no one lesser than average
Was there, at this
over-respected, my mama gated community's overprotective
So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch
Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 fifty times a day
Back when
of people getting used to me
But not in the brightest way
I said I'm leaving this community
That's why I need a break
I'm so sick and tired of people trying
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
of them"
"As a high school standout..."
"The skywalker himself!"
"I felt, he could do, to make this an effective basketball team"
Grades nine and ten,
Granny lookin' at me like, "Jordan, baby, gotta pray"
Nike sweatsuit, I'ma check 'em if he outta place
Met my dawg in high school, yeah, I'm talkin' Sensai
of school,
Teacher said he wasn't a fast learner,
Sometimes I wonder in 20 years I wonder where we gon' be,
When I say we, I mean my black community, ya
wake up with a regular mentality
But I'm a target on the street and that's just reality
Cats in the ghetto ain't never had a high salary
Except makin'
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