Lyrics:
RIP to George Jefferson
I was man in high school, motherfucking letter men
I'm just getting better man
I'm just getting the cheeder man
Hit up Magic
And they always say the same things
Don't be a gangster or a dope fiend
Get your high school diploma, go to college
Get a degree and start makin' dollars
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
Ladies and gentlemen, you could have been anywhere in the world tonight
But you're here with us in New York City
Are you ready for a cabinet
Life is fast, some choose to be quicker
I remember in high school she had a passion to sing
Now she see herself in a casket in dreams
These are
through
Benji's and Jefferson's
Niggas
Don't know
How I step
Kno
I get fly
Kno
I get
High as a bitch
Money on me
All of a sudden
I'm lit
Spark one up
(We
In high school yeah I never
Was the confident type
Couldn't be cos' a nigga liked to stereotype
Big dick loud mouth you
Know the arrogant type
(yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A good high school out in you-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh,
hoeing me
I can't let this high take control of me
Bitch you gonna die if you owe me
I still rep my city like Kobe
You can't up the score, I'm the goalie
I
the black or the light Timbs
White boys look, act, and rap like Slim (hi)
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk, high schools with metal
the black or the light Timbs
White boys look, act, and rap like Slim (hi)
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk, high schools with metal
don't do shit for me aye
Codeine in the club please no liq for me
That's fake drop it swish around like Listerine
Smoking on dope (High as a bitch, high
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
Lincoln Jr High School
I was thuggin'
Quick to pop 'em in his jaw
Boy if he muggin'
I was selling fake shit
Like chicken nuggets
Kickin' does on the block
High School none of that mattered
But now that era’s gone
We were doing big things
Dreaming up mansions
We were young and
Loving our city, everything
Show Me a Vein
1,2 1,2 and you say New York City (la la la la la la)
We got Mona Lisa, Chainsmoka, and DL in the house tonite
It’s Triplebeam baby
Al Jefferson from Mississippi
I'm a Celtic I'm the future and I'm here
Yo I'm from high school Mississippi old school
Power Forward sucker said
neck resemble ice cubes
I got high at school, I never finished high school
I got high at school, I never finished high school
I regret it but I can't get
roaches
So she don't care
How I move so player
G Pen, mid air
High school, I was gettin' high
Teacher said I was goin' nowhere
Now I'm worth millions
Yeah feel me you know all you gotta do is sit back
And let your hair down you feel me
Don't you wanna slide through my city
Get high in my city sit
the city of God
I walk around in the city like God
Made it out and still come back
Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
On this mic, I am
to a Handstand
Went from throwing Jeffersons to throwing Grants
It's a blessing, she's so advanced
Went from throwing Jeffersons to throwing Grants
Hand in my
don't wanna hear you haters say hi to ya city!
I know what I'm gonna live and give it to ya city!
Step up to something so motherfucking greedy, gritty
long
Where do our high school memories go?
Where do our high school memories go?
Where do they go? You know what I'm sayin'
She comin' down real clean
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