Lyrics:
the greatest candidate that y'all gon get
Better stop now! Or you will regret
Running against me because I'm the next president elect so
Hi there! My name is
pills and shuddering
Praying you stay, amen
I'll be the teacher's pet, I don't care I'll take everything that I can get, you're aware
That I would be
sells an addiction
Puts your soul on ice
Half wits knock heads
Candidates in double beds
Good guys defect
"I can't precisely recollect"
Teacher's
now
But at the time I was going I
Would look around at the work
Of the class and not feel inspired by the
Teachers, and I kinda, the
Idea of being
of a nightmare?
Tell me about yourself
What differentiates you from other candidates?
What is your greatest fear?
Do you want this interview to end?
Were you
the first one up
Ready to grind, always on time
For any interview, face-to-face, even online
Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through
The door
and face then masturbate to it
The constituency brilliant but the candidates are stupid
I'm too rude to ask for nudes
But way too ruthless not to pursue
you tell that I'm tryin
This is hell and I'm dyin
What's another day lost? Let me kill the pain off
Now I feel my brains washed I get high and take
is my boss always gat what I needed
Devil and the demons even tried ended up pleading
Am on his words for seven days fasting
On his blood alone that
rearview
Nowadays they be snitching on the internet
So I ain't doing no interviews
Them niggas talk that gun talk like we won't spin they block
I seen niggas
dared to dance off with their little treasures
And the teachers who preached anguish and abstention
Treated you with distant condescension
Patronised your
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
getting cents
Off a couple hundred hits
Candidate equiped
With google trackers, and hackers
Forcing thousand of clicks off of viral clips
Legit Concepts
That smile on yo face
Could make a heart race
I need a interview wichu lemme interrogate
The manners that my mama taught me lemme demonstrate
Affection
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
fucking lose
And if you think you better I’ll take a candidate for the motherfucking interview
Dumb it down slow it down I ain’t lose friends I just lose
nah my teachers weren't having it
They said I ain't a serious candidate (Haa)
Nowadays I make moves thats some grafter shit
Cookin this heat like
I'mma always be a student of the game, but teaching the teacher's a regular
After writing raps in the hallway in high school, I completed my
Today it marks the last day of school
Today it decrees the last day of school
Confetti on the ground, we break all the rules
The teachers won’t
They stole my youth from me, that's the truth
I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
"And then one thing led
teachers
Product of my environment, I followed procedures
I can't make this up, i could not lie about it
Tried of seeing momma struggle, hustled just to stop
do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always used to tell me you gon' lose nigga
That's why I never went to school nigga
And why I'm rapping
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