Lyrics:
quit and maybe you should think about college
Sorry mom I got it cause the studio's my office
I don't want advice from you so save your breath and stop
balls licked, and do it to me (what else?)
Ain't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roomin' with me
Still coulda went to college, Sada ain't no
can't drive
Nan you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck, only just alive
Walking down the post office to pick up your pension
And then you're off
hustle on and I'm rollin'
Got whatever getting that paper,
Fresh out of prison, I'm glowing
Middle finger rated them haters
Get your chick before she
He did that shit all up on his first day in office
Man shit has gotten so bad I can't even say this
You couldn't even post this on instagram or go
the rapper life
Banana clip in the air, lookin' like it's 'bout to start singin' it's MAC tonight
MACs, I use this MAC as a component for thugs rollin' up
I
muh'fuckers, y'all muh'fuckers
Better run to the post office and get a job, muh'fuckers
Or starve muh'fuckers, 'cause Jay's been the only one
Eatin' thus far,
on in a new song
Thank you Rudy Bloor for inspiring that one on my Reddit post
Speaking of which, I used to post lyrics on Reddit just to have people
hundred horse wide track rollin' apartment van
Tonight I'm gonna lay some heart to rest
Tomorrow my face will be all over the post office wall
The town
Bay killa
Down south thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea
More mail than the post office
These lyrics an dope keep me stayin' up
of problems
How I'm 'post to tell my momma that I'm not doing college
How that boy 'post to drip his parents wont give a dollar
Where that girl 'post to sleep
for a swallow
Pop this pill then I pop my collar
Park this shit then I toss a couple dollars
Instagram, gon' post for some follows
I've been in
cause they cannot beat us
Yeah
College education at nineteen
But I dropped out cause I'd rather go sight see
Rollin' up paper with a bad little night
Post office clerk puts up a sign saying "Position Closed" and secretaries
Turn off typewriters and put on their coats.
Janitors padlock the gates
My daddy just had a cancer scare
And do he still work at the post office? The answer's yeah
I'm introverted, knowing that it's not about Oz
Bigger
she got a job at the post office
she was college edjamacated but got fired up at the law office
I'm all alone two kids at home, I need a job just any
and tell I keeps 'em horny as hell
And take my dick inside that pussy, put it under a spell
Got more mail than the post office, let me remind you
Don't
Yo, they call me DJBossPlayer (suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes)
The hottest DJ in College Park history (all my chains, they glow, killin'
from the skyline. I always knew that that meant that was home. Even from my college dorm, I could see them from my bedroom. I remember taking a post
for y'all amusement
Music for the blue-collared dudes and all the college students
I'm Paul Wall in '05 and I'm car pollution
And I'm James Harden
Post office clerk puts up signs saying "Position closed"
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
Janitors padlock the gate for
and I don't talk packs and shit
Lately been thinking bout cdl like fuck this rapping shit
Thinking bout calling this tape post office I be stamping shit
I
gas fires
Turns out I'd do anything
To be the well liked college try-hard
That was back when my playlists sounded like frat party basements
Dreams
to promise when I'm rich, that I would get your favorite whip
You was my lift before the Lyft, so you deserve you a coupe
Twenty plus years at the Post
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