Lyrics:
redskin
Bitch we ain't fucking I told you you shoulda listened
Told my teacher suck my dick I'm out here in Richmond
true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in
and that ain't it
For tryna taint the pictures I painted
I just might go start a residency
Pump it out to Grammarcy
Teacher said I was nice with
Echoes like the sound of a gunshot
'cross the Richmond city night
And are all the punks too drunk
To stand upright
She's still walking the streets
of the class with my hand up
Two wild security guards, grabbed my man up
Threw him in detention for 5 days suspension
'Cause he said, the teacher was lyin
since they just can't get you to hear it
My father's early careering forced my parents to split up
My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up
born.
Some birthday!
Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
She light skin, Keisha
Don't know how much I'ma teach her (I'ma teacher)
Go to church every Sunday, daddy a preacher
My Atlanta baby, ooh, she drive
and I'ma keep it up, I'll teach you somethin'
I'm a teacher's son
So the route was not an easy one
Let's get it
Ice, polar
Yeezy, solar
Told my, ex
to the Oleg Cassini right here
Ric Flair! there's only one.
And I don't care if it's Tokyo, Japan, Greensboro
Richmond, Charlotte, North Carolina, Asheville,
and scroll teacher
Out of Richmond, where not too many of us rich men
And if you've got it good they fiend for you're position
The pigs see your pigment
now I'm up shout out to the trap
Money here then it's gone like a Snapchat
My music is gonna make me put Richmond on the map
Hey, hi My name is Marquise
broken (why)
I did too well in school (damn)
They put in for my transfer (damn)
The teacher asked a question
I always had an answer (nerd shit)
New school
to the beat
And leave it paralyzed
Yeah, I'm for sure 8-0-4's finest
Just hope it matters to the world's blindest
Comin' from Richmond
They wanna shoot
came from, yeah, I used to be po
Every day, bitch, I wore the same clothes
Teachers laughed at me like I didn't know
Fuckin' with a nigga, you get
not a musketeer
From Richmond County, a bulldog from Augusta
Your energy ain't right, hell naw I don't trust ya
The poetry I'm spitting guaranteed
root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a left
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