Lyrics:
the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga
money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga
crown for a different type of hat
Fast forward we in junior high now
Everybody tryna show up looking super fly now
It's do or die now
Lying bout
affording me
Playing my cards right whiter than a Marlb light
Voice raspier then Christian Bale in the dark knight
I got my competition saying "Our
the ride
We both know you are
California dreaming
Dreaming, yea
In Christian Noir, you
Are, California dreaming
Dreaming, yea
You gonna go far
How far,
to letter
I know nah thing but cream and cheddar
Try me guarantee that’s a me-stake
I need Dream Doll and cheesecake
Y Junior always the villain
Fight for New
Reach high, for the stars lie Hidden in your soul Dream Deep, for every dream Precedes the goal
— Tupac Shakur
Sometimes it feels like Nobody cares
drop a single, make em dance
Turn my pennies into bands and I ain't talking wedding ring
Back in junior high, yeah, I was fiending for the letterman
Where do you belong
Where do you belong
Where do you belong
You'll be judged on sight, voted in and out
'Cause that's what high school's all about
Where
at the ho house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin' myself "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know
alright alright)
He was the roommate from hell
He was the roommate from hell
[verse 1, MC Lars]
Satan was my roommate, so junior year was hell
he
YOU'RE IN THE PUBLIC YOU KEEP IT A SECRET
BECAUSE SHES TWICE YOUR JUNIOR
AND SHE THE ONE YOU SLEEP WITH
SHE'S ONLY A BABY, YOU CALL HER A BABY
AND WHEN YOU
house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin' myself "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know
Them lies
and the survivors, just waiting for june
The junior achievers
The christian believers
The tall, flowering wallflowers, bending on sneakers
Forget this fuss
pages on a daily basis
That her friends passed
So if she asked there's no way to trace this
She was the reigning queen of Junior high
And I was
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