Lyrics:
the fuck that I've been through
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that
shoes, hustle, payin' my dues
Jump out the bed, get me some bread, been on a mission since middle school
I got a chip on my shoulder, give me a reason
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
Middle school kids with no filter, however
I had to be very mindful of my good cousin
I knew exactly who he was, but I still loved him
Demetrius is
the water
They gonna think you a lobster, nigga (gang)
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make
my face on the floor
(You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Government snitches are
motherfuking prick
it's very necessary you go out and buy a wig.
This pitiful principal where in Middle School
he thinks we're in gangs cuz we're selling
brother was good at football before he became an inmate
He went to the state pen', he wanted to go to Penn State
Middle school, we pullin' up on campus in
street n**** and they know it they can’t say s***
Remember I was struggling now I’m in a studio and not a basement
Used to be top player,in middle school
of they white asses
Well that would probably be explained
By the fame that they gained
That was fake as them N-word passes
You see, back in middle school
and make it blow up like this fall
Moving like a Rocket, no Chris Paul
Money in the pocket like this is ours
Ain't no point in stopping until your bitch
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right,
hollering "Jump" on ya tube
They was still getting jumped at school, we used to tote them tools
Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes
But
hollering "Jump" on ya tube
They was still gettin jumped at school, we used to tote them tools
Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes
But
middle school or was it senior year (what)
Didn't think you'd get caught like an interference
Pick on others just to hide the fact you insecure
How you
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
dude,
From back in the day at mill creek middle school
Decided I would master all this rapping
As a gift to you
2 years in I’m quitting school
Got me in
a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with no father, school - why bother?
That's why I call myself the King
the slang dictionary
I swear by Peter, Paul & Mary
I'll use it"
"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student body's
the slang dictionary
I swear by Peter, Paul & Mary
I'll use it"
"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student body's
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
This is how we sounded
When we played in middle school
Just guitar and bass and drums
But man the girls thought we were cool
This is how we sounded
Yea, born on out west, boy this shit get critical
Clutching that iron, I was just in middle school
Better watch yo' nigga be the reason why you'll
the healthiest in your fam handicap
You a fan of rap, my clan'll tap your school, home, your bitch house
Pull my 9 mili', you gon' die with your fist out
Him
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