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tell her to scram
The xanny kick going H.A.M. something like Jean-Claude Van Dam
I’m a good guy but good guy overtaken by hood guy
School of hard knocks

allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving

I'm chillin' at the crib cooling, booling 
Girl by my side she is such a cutie 
On top the dresser where I keep the toolie 
Other one on the floor

back in high school (remember)
Senior year I'm moving low key
Really was a smooth dude (smooth)
She got mad and found out that her friend was sending me

and friends
They don't need to see me, they can see the cedar at the end
I don't even believe them when they leading with "how's school?"
Like a meter from

Pablito
Never in school he lucky if he get a high C though uh
He had a thing for this Aztec queen
Eyein' her up and down while her ass stretch jeans

oriented
No longer caffeinated or stagnated, but in the back of your mind they can't be debated
The days go by and the night became a blur
I tried to think

Gaining weight on my dick like a magnet 
Hard as steel pop a pill
Temperature too high
Caught a chill, flossin
Catchin' girls gills with the drip
These

parties all that my brother ain't never told on me
Man high school used to be them cracking ass days
Niggas know about the house in Monterey Pines mayne

Second eye too, Michael, or whatever they called you in high school
I'm used to living with a high IQ just like you! 
I don't feel like I was to you

Wish that I could go back to when I crashed my first car
Remember high school, when I wrote my first bars
I never thought then that life would get this

blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine

it goddamn it I'm proud of me

Kids at school thinking both Christians they were so cool
Both turned to addicts, now one thinks he's a rapper
Old

for them!

I made a friend in high school
We argued a lot about you
I on the other side she your side
She made a point I broke the point and made fun

was in high school. But my nickname was don't get the bitch the  ball, we gonna lose. My mother is in H.R. and that's human resources, if you don't have

high on a Friday like Craig and Chis Tucker 

Puffin grass around some ass cutting class plying hooky thugged out little nigga middle finger smelling

full of gold that’s a African bag

When I die go to Angola and scatter my ashes

Til then I climb Kilimanjaro while defending the title

As the most high

Making shitty music
In my house
And i hate my stupid fucking mind
I live in grandville michigan 
Id live in fear cus their threats
The high school staff

smokes
But that's none of my business
Your high school crush can't buy gifts
For her kids this Christmas
And your favorite local rapper just took the stand

your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize

that I own up,
a nice guy, but dont cross me for a push over,
Remember high school days,
winters was colder,
rhyming at the bus stop to keep your hands

I play for keeps they play for clout this a different game
Ain't funny how things change things change
High school videos dancing in the hall ways

on

Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues

Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe,

Hard headed nigga bitch, die by

clever
Take a bite and get high on my modest endeavour
Picking this name gives me illusion of choice
I extend the illusion to find my voice
And I get it