Lyrics:
we knock'em down like Jack and Jill
I be focussed on the paper like school work (Yea)
Plotting on taking over new turf (Yea)
So high I be fucked up
out of school and copped a new chain
All of these bitches think I'm insane
Drop a whole bag and go Cobain
Two years ago I was a No Name
In high
LIVING IN A HIGH-TECH WORLD
VERSE What if you bought a new mobile phone,
But it won’t work when you get it home?
What if you get a wrong email
I was a fan nigga
In high school to me you was the man nigga
I'm still the man
No you not nigga!
You was supposed to progress over the years
and Offset
I'm thinking bout going back to school and major in tech
I'm thinking bout saving up my bread and grabbing a Vette
I wan buss down my bitch in
'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rise, Low Lifts, Even Stevens and Fags
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray
pills I aint get em from my doctor high school I was trapping I had ounces in my locker in the kitchen whipping up the pot no pasta
Pine a high tech hit
a fool, he ain't scared of them dudes,
A nigga going through it, in a junior high school
And these kids so cruel, so they pick on him hard,
But Tommy
Got my hands in everything like kids with bad manners
Save the high school banter
At night school you studied my life lookin' for answers
I hear my
news
Welcome to the evening news
I thank you all for tuning in
Yes I'm your host and your journalist
It's Chamillionaire so let the news begin
Our
evening news.
Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in,
Yes, I'm your host and your journalist,
here Chamillionaire, so let the news
drama
But I recover with power, and love it with honor
Discovered as a son of a problem
Remember smugglin' powder throught the doors of my high school
I take a look around ain't nothing brand new
But the brand A clothes and a couple tattoos
City going nuts like a fucking cashew
I'm the man in my
geeked
They don't even know me
Boy this ain't high school that's the old me
I just got a new text, yea I gotta brand new tech
Yea I gotta brand new tech I
Every block got crips
Even schools got bloods
Everywhere got eses, eses
With the wrong colors hear
You shot like a dear
This things getting messy,
the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
I'm irate
Got the bars flowing at a high rate
Now they running
They ain't see it coming
Anyone can get it like a blind date
These squares think that I'm
the Tech Deck
Callin' local middle schools and send in some death threats
"Hey look
When I tell you this, I mean this seriously
From the bottom of my
(Jose the Plug)
Woo, this that dog action
Four spots on one street, bitch
They all slappin'
Got some glass Hi Tech, I want all caskets
Shoot a nigga
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
on me
Im bout to fire them up
Watch how they profile when we slide
These niggas not high as us
Shorty got good head she is a teacher
This is a school
the selector?
Does he come correct in your sector?
Old school or a new school jam
Can I get it if ya understand?
Verse 3
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On the line perplexed, fixed
of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppin fool
That
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