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Say that I attended one of the top high schools in New York
A Jesuit all-boys school located on the Upper East Side
Each year, thousands compete for

Veterans Day

Lil Wayne

Gone Till November

2010

High to the sky when I step up in this bitch
Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch
The marble for the Louis the bag full of cash
Keep

Fugazi

Fish

Return to Childhood: 20th Anniversary Tour of Misplaced Childhood

2006

columns,
In search of absent school friends,
While his generation digests high-fibre ignorance.
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted

music and bank affair ga eme mu njide pen
School no be scam shaa but amalom way school
School adia enyem ego Muwa ji e look good
Muwa n’enye school ego

Rapper's Delight [7" Single Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

The Sugarhill Gang

1980

your hands high in the air
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care
With the sureshot MCs for the affair

on graves
Smoke grass and cut crack with blades
Skip class and catch fades
My bitch got the best braids, high school my best days
As a criminal lord

Future King like Nostradamus
Udurus, tall lasagna
Eucharist, Prima Donna
I’m doing this like Nike got us
Shoot the ten then Kamikaze
Usually I’m

Don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately
Don't

thought I was just playin
Now you just prayin

You was a vic in high school now you a thug
Better step in the name of love
Before you giving pain a hug

grams in bring the Dutch
I'm high as fuck
Eyes so low, you think I'm Asian
Loud on deck, my blunts be yellin
Drop the calzones, time to smoke it
Light it

and booze
A æ?»odawful sad affair?
And the lights were there to thrill you

my oh my
We live from time to time
And day by day
Itæ?¯ the modern way
Look at me

poor people we stay high
My broke people we stay high
My good people we stay high
Labeled, battered, bruised at home and school and work
Made us feel our

old school (Cody High)
I moved to Cali, they like, "Come back to the trenches"
I got plugs out here, bro, pop out and fly back with them bitches (come

not the same
When you're not here
Never met somebody quite like you
You remind of the girls
Smoking darts at my high school
But oh baby wont you walk

Once upon a time, rhyming, working at part time
Designers pricing it too high, im just trying to be fly
categorized, closet full of Louis, cuz da

They looking for me I'm never there
My main commitment is my affairs
I see the vision it's crystal clear
All of my doubt it just disappeared

high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr 
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere 
I got a old-school

Designer this Designer that
Polo caps Louis bags
Niggas been stealing swag
I popped out without popping tags
Niggas been mad since grade school
Moms

Protect myself surrounded by the steels like canned food products
All my life never had school problems, now the whole game like a food chart
And they got

wasn't there
And if it's something new by
Coogi I'm completely unaware shoulder game
Cone of option I'm opposite Louis Lane
Cone of poppin' Clark Kent out

"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man

Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like

we love you," they say by my bed.
"We're here and we're holding your hands.
Just remember we love you, and this will always be.
You're going to join

I minajed in a pool
The same damn Ace that they decided was a fool 
'Member in high school me couldn't ball was the news? 
I just switched

This song kinda nasty tho
Shmentai damn its a drug to get high
Beating off till my hormones on stand by
Man the franchise has a plan
I like to see