Lyrics:
knowledgeable like a 5 Percenter
Yeah you already know got to rep my area code
Yeah very bold got to let you know
From Hertford County, Bertie, Nash
Craven, Pitt
I go back in my mind
Those Friday nights
Heart on my hand, removin’ my hat
Up in the stands, high school band
Playin that National Anthem
And all
boys and put a bounty em on
Augusta ga in this thang Richmond county on em
Dreams don't come unless you fo sho
I keep a small circle sometimes I'm solo
clinging onto
and the check the county sends
Blue-lipped children waiting on a school bus
All secondhand jackets and boots and gloves
Late afternoon they'll
on the wall, matches on the floor
What you know about that, yeah, about that
See my lil' bro in the county, in the county
Now I'm in the 19, yeah, money
There's some pictures being hung in county hall
Everybody wants to see
They say that you can look at them for free
She saw some photos
Wood
Orange Mound
Clabirant homes
Dixie homes
McNeil County
Speedy Henry
Watkins and Brown
German Town
Mid Town
Foot homes
Big Hampt
Collage Park
Hyde
to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
When I'm 18 I'm gonna be famous
Everybody in my school is gonna be jealous
I'll be out shoppin' like there's no tomorrow
Be sittin' with my friends
Growing up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we
like these cuts from old school
Cookin it up just like it's soul food
Fuck all y'all, I never did know you
Bring the ProTools, stack it on up
And little
School ya'll to somethin right quick
Sit down, open your ears, close your eyes, listen
Here's a little story that I got to tell
About this Chico
yea
My my sorority girl, my my sorority girl
You got that high school boyfriend you still think about
You know how to make him jealous when he comes
Short dog school ya
It's hard to believe, why'all can't understand it
Made a hundred songs just like I planned it
Put it down why'all can't take
her high school friends
'Bout three hours later she came rollin' back in
Well, the boss man really jumped her
Son he wasn't joking
Everybody in
problem is way out of hand
The Baltimore County school board have decided to expel
Dexter from the entire public school system
Oh Mr Kirk, I'm as upset
(survivin' the game)
Ain't to bailin' out, you mad as hell
Instead of send you to school, they keep you in jail
That cost way more, when you do time
and Essays and old school Chevys
Blacks and Hispanics getting money I know yall cant stand it
That's why I say fuck 'em that just gives me more reason to buck
got this ID
That the people down at county gave me
I know you think I'm special, hear it all the time
You don't have to V.I.P. me, I'm a regular guy
I got a text with a pic of a big fish
From a buddy I used to go to school with
I'm still cool with
Like most of them guys from way back when
He
junior High was prison
High school was the bail out
But my momma knew her baby boy was fresher
Than a baby bottom in new Pampers on campus
This that boom,
Nine-six for Glocks cause fiends hittin'
Up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules
To these streets
Somethin' I learned in school
don't rock no damn perm but i am a teacher
I'll make you niggas learn
38 SPECIAL same color as my belt
I was kinda slow in school
I ain't need no help
gone to the grave
Now the sorrowful parade to the riverbank
Must be half the county come down to the riverbank
High school is closed, same for
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