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cunts from school really mad
Take their wigs off of they caps
No alumni left
Cause thanks to us they're fucking dead ha
Lotta my teachers didn't give

That's What Keeps Her Getting By

Tracy Byrd

The Truth About Men

2003

a better life
Than what she's got 
And that's what keeps her getting by

Friday noon, parent teacher day
It's Johnson elementary or half a shift's pay

boy my game hotter
Look
They told me keep applying pressure
Life’s the greatest teacher, it’ll test ya
School of hard knocks
I’m alumni
Too much talent

Fifteen I knew I wasn't going to the league
Sixteen I ain't make that parent teacher meeting
Seventeen I thought I had a plan but I ain't make a plan

disrespect was
What keep her wet we repeat the sex
All you see is her apple on my desk
She the teacher's pet
You think we doin' yoga, downward dog nigga
Peep

tradition
Now I’m wishing I was more
My parents love each other madly
Sadly fell to their grave
But a billionaire was there
And my life he then saved
He

and they're driving you crazy//
Us parents are the new teachers, cheers to that/
Before I could lift my glass,
She took me out to dance//
(Oohhhhhhh.......)

dat
Could’ve went to the league I converted to rap
Cuz I knew I wouldn’t make money off that
I’m on the outside but I notice that
How the fuck I know

parents had racks
Came up from the South
Then they moved back
A pro at code switching
I know how to act
Attended an Ivy League
No turning back
But would

Every teacher and parent you need this truth 
Our history books have a white male skew, But believe me ain't blaming you.
That's who wrote on paper. our

in class
Spin the bottle kissing truth or dare feelings
Taking niggas bitches early teenage feelings
Parent teacher conference of course I brought

the Bible page
Stuttering and make mistakes
Suffering my parents rage
I feel thick
I feel sick
I'm bullied
Statement

League tables supply
Statistics

me how I flick these tricks
Gnarly
My lifes a show like icarly
Got the flower no cauli
Went to college said fuck my colleagues
Cause I was leagues

or the D league
When I started to rap
Practically still taking scheduled naps
Rapidly adding with pen on a pad
Till my teacher said "hold up wait"
Boy this

living in
Stray bullets burn cold when they meet flesh
Got partners in the boro still smoking stress a dub sack be the remedy let they mind rest
My parents

that you were a teacher, girl
I'm an emcee
Still living at my parents', age twenty-three
But you like me cause you heard
Me rock on many beats but anyway