Lyrics:
right there by your phone
Never switching up
I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up
I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't
over concerns about his safety
But he didn't, it wasn't cause he doesn't get the message
More he doesn't judge a man by how honorable his death is
officially redundant
it's time for a new class of heroes to emerge
and if they hate the facts
that shit is for the birds
i'm flyer than the birds
chillen
the sirens not coming for you
What have you done? You went to school that day
Was a bit late, but it was Monday
Kept after class for answering back
You
pop some rockets off
Baby, you ain't used to this, everything exotic All
A nigga ever knew to get was rubber bands and pop em' off
We get it by
papers by the pack
Wakin' up neighbors, was on the road
For a couple months so I stacked
Taylor Gang, Jet Life, fill the walls up with plaques
Leadin'
after brick, brick after brick
Ayo, I built this shit brick by brick, lick by lick (that's a fact)
Run it like Jesse Owens but my kicks by Rick
I
the rest
Where ya been
I’m in it to win
Heat cocked back
With a devilish grin
And I swear by the hair on my chin
We gone win
Stay ready to put in
Nacho started with a math worksheet. Oh no! But then he quickly realized he wasn’t being graded on it since he was the teacher. Nacho found it fun
down, and all around
I just seen about a dozen people walk by me
That just had so much bitch-assness in them, it was ridiculous
Popcorn and sodas
Look back what do you see?
Heroes, down on their knees we've deserted
Somewhere we lost the flock
Now just look what we've got
Was it worth it?
So
shebi you be zebrudaya
We need Jesus, maybe one maybe two
We need a touch of heaven it's been getting hades boo
Cause I don't understand how
Said, ?Hey, I don't know what I'm doing?
Should I plan on my class reunion?
I've been working on the vision of clarity
This is how it boils down to me
the vacant, stash the Glock by the basement
Still get them pounds in, I need to watch what I be sayin'
Cause niggas snitchin', pointin' fingers it was them
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
on the ground i wondered how he could step by game
Maybe we had broke biggies 5th commandment crib wrecked
And damage was a household thing
Momma still brings
you a hoe and workout like you hit the gym
How many niggas broke don't know the number but it's many men
When shit was moving slow they tried to troll
went to jail, is he okay?
Looks like he couldn't get away
He nuked an orphanage back in May
On rocky road, he lied, it was a sad day
I learned how
was not always like
The man he had become
And that angel wondered how that change had happened
And when it had begun
The man had been born
I was numb and them grades dead
Get it straight or I eat ass
Had no plans in my own mind
I just wanna ball in my lifetime
The my bible came to pass
am I still stuck in class
(ahhh, oh woah ah ah ah)
How come I'm trapped
Trapped in my mind
I was dumb to think you were fine
(to think you were fine)
they ever knew me personally
I swear it's funny how they doubted but look up because they under me
You said that you was there I needed help couldn't
sipping lean
I was a class clown in school
I aint listen to my teachers
Walked inside the gym i was yelling out sharkisha
Walked inside the principal office
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