Lyrics:
the kids in Harland High School
Voted me most likely to succeed?
Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago
If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine
the kids in Harland High School
Voted me most likely to succeed?
Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago
If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine
her mind, her mind
M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school
Sprinkled it with bad bitch, mixed it up with soul food
Put it on a plate with the bass
with the
Flurry of my black fist
Now once a high school drop out
Now I'm the million dollar champ who's
The next to get knocked out
Straight out
stay strapped for the shit
That was brought to him
This nigga was a motherfuckin’ fool
Only 13, fuckin’ bitches in high school
Laid back, his game was
the kids in Hopewell High School
Voted me most likely to succeed
Now I'm walking on the sidewalks of Chicago
If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine
walks the halls, against the flow
He sees his high school as his mission field
He's broken 'cause he knows
The hopeless road that they are taking
the mission
There can only be one queen, one king
Everyone voting, everyone competing
But these are the rules, the way of high school
If someone puts
I don't wanna go to high school
That shit wasn't my groove
Welcome to my school
Where we get high, dude
This the real high school
I don't wanna go
and the mama’s
Who can smoke the rock the fastest
So he tote llamas middle finger to ya
I never fuck hoes with no condom
Not a high school graduate
Hustlin is
and playettes, teachers, staff, and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa
High life
We can't fake so we'll show them niggas
Take they bitches, bring 'em home
Stunna holla, bang and ball
Layin' low in my old school
Top back for
of hate schools of fear
Proudly accomplished their mission here
A hidden agenda behind the eyes
For the gifted ones they most despised
They couldn't do
school, I went to school high (damn it)
And I used to keep the pounds inside my locker
My bitch got cake, Betty Crocker (oh)
All she drink is Henny, she
rewindin MC's
[Run] That means you pause
[both] My word is born
Yeah, speakin' on truth
From the old school on down to the youth
Since the days,
to that life, I don't talk it, I live it
I got a old school ass car you can sit in
I got a crib that you probably can't get in
I got a pound, we can
10th-grade coolin'
Might come out with a movie (yeah)
Middle school, fool with that ball
High school, can't tell me nothing at all
(None) 14 what I was
mission control, give me a sound on the radio
Stand up and be counted
Before we slip away out here
Before we slip away, slip away
Don't ever doubt it
said that you could make some money in my video
I get high and drunk just to make it through a show
And act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all
school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
So stop, the life you save may be your
down in a high school dream
Little town at a faded beauty
They still remember when she was queen
When the roads end to desert everywhere
Leaves are
it on some ol' high performance, Catastrophic
Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket
[Chorus:]
It's fo'-oh and C-Bo, quick
had a few nightmares
Nigga just left off a mission
I'm the one paid my dues, dropped out of school, now I'm winnin'
I had a girl with some red hair,
a** n**** you scary
I been knowing you for years we was high school peers in junior high
I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die
While you
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