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In an all red suit
In an old school stuntin'
Music ain't bumpin'
Cuz I'm listenin' to sermons
Roll the windows down that's P.J Tibayan
We be comin'

I’ll ride witcha/
From the school slide to the sky witcha/
From back when we used to bike ride to the times we old enough to buy liquor/
Sitting poolside

business got me in the streets
Far from rats, we been chasin cheese
Hatin niggas stay away from me
Bad bitches wanna stay with me
You know the dumb weight,

been
Slept on, overlooked, Olivia to many men
Scandal-lous, I’m feeling it like I’m old-school
Until I kick a few flows and they don’t notice you, ah

bonds 

Ye the streets just left me scared
So I ain't ever like to listen 
In school couldn't pay attention 
Never fucked with any system 
They wanna see

Look, Don't get it twisted
My homies be vicious
We handle our business in any condition
Writing me off they can't handle the vision
The industry

hold on
Let me come on this shit different
Boy when I'm really hot, I make a call and get you missin
Divide all the pleasure from the business partition

mood could go
Down the tubes then the tools will show
It's time to school you hoes
Steady weighing out the do's and don'ts
Then I make my own conclusions

Nigga Stay tf from around me if you Ain't talking business
We gone always drop that heat
Turned the stu into the kitchen
Nigga What's with all the static

play the fool you make the news
I pick and choose you first to lose
Im too cool you lame in school
Cant tote the tool im too rude
So made a choice cant

get into business school up at Yale
And I don't feel yo girl, but she feelin on me like some braille
You niggas is fake, I can't relate
Show off ya

that feel? Nah, how's that feel?
Knowing that THAT NERD in school turned out to be so real
And I get a fucking chubby knowing bitches all in my grill

that's a no-no
Wannabe gangster
Pick up a book, go back to school
That little crew you tried to run with
Weren't they the ones that robbed you
You almost

You had a long day
You punch in to work everyday
Cause this is just how you get paid
You came a long way
School, taking the train
Keep doing ya thing

to roll the wrenches
Nigga, don't wanna see you eatin', but always in your business
Tryna plot on the nigga, why gon' I keep the pistol
Riding around

business here in America
You're judged by jury of your peers in America
Open a prison close a school in America
Then feed them both the same food in America

something to blow yo fuckin shoes off
We'll do more than smash yo fuckin mailbox
This whip looking old school like pro keds and tube socks
Niggas walk around

of the green, yeah that broccoli 
Sprinkled up with THC I know it's what kids need
Dem police don't like that she don't got a business license
So they wanna be

I win this
You're shit rented your spending got limits
I kill this like it's none of my business
I'm independent so don't be dissing
Unlike a lost

fire (more fire)
Who this (who this)
Uhmmm
Me that (uh)
Yeah 
Mey3 opeimu (ok)

Old school OG no dey carry last
Put me on the track, me ka me nan I no go

the masses and the schools lit
He gon' shame the masters cuz' they foolish
Taking power back and now the fuse lit
He gon' shape the future how he view it
You

old school making new moves
Amused by these characters and cartoons
How many emcees on a black moon end up lost in this shit?
That's it
Can't follow

old school making new moves
Amused by these characters and cartoons
How many emcees on a black moon end up lost in this shit?
That's it
Can't follow

up on the gram why they ain't buyin' it
Bitches young, but rappin' my old shit like a vinyl
Tried to school niggas, but yet they failing they finals
So