Lyrics:
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
black book my name is crossed out Went from starting second string, now you in the dog house Reminiscin', a part of you was missing
Instead
Oariá raiô
Obá obá obá
Oariá raiô
Obá obá obá
Mas que nada
Black Eyed Peas came to make it hotter
We be the party starter
Bubblin' up just
'Grams, what?
Playin' cards and they bored
Members of gangs, livin' by and dyin' by the sword (wheel it)
Block parties, food stamp debit cards
Your hood
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
a after party
With some famous rappers, thought it had to be Cardi
They said it was Breezy and Kodak Black
And they was gon' be doing a duet track
But
conquered
I'm knee-deep in a session, that pressure hitting my nostril
Nigga slicing up a zone like slider from Randy Johnson
He looking to serve
Asked me if
We were rowing on a row boat, sailing the sea
Not a care in the world, just Aaron and me
West by the sunset we saw a big ship
I started to panic,
deh yah vibe, feelin' right
Demons dem a look through fi mi third eye
See couple gyal, inna di party, me waa try
Cold mind of I, All out tonight
Weed
this shit crazy
Goodies kickin' in got the gang feeling wavy
As I take a look around and see the party feelin' gravy
Spreadin' the love to beyond and in
look left and then I floor it
Loud party I'm just tryna speak the truth to her
Temptation all around me I'm surrounded by sir Lucifer
70 on I-70 swervin
take that away
Like an amputee and his leg
Cut it off at a party in Dosa now that's why he weighs
Like 30 pounds less easy thats what his leg would have
them watching television
See me on a mission
Always get pay on dimensions
Depart your way and make your session
Coming to tha studio
Make a good song
ihr party macht
Das ist die Stadt mit acht
Nie wieder 8ter
089
polizei ist Mafiai
Zeigen Sie jedes mal
In diesem staat
Vor meiner Tür damla das lka
I
just wanna get threw
Aye aye
We in the section it look like a party
But I know some niggas that want us to Lose
I'm in the water
They by the pool
So when
DING DING Class in session think it's time for me to school ya
Smoking dody your bitch blow me smoking gas like it's hookah
Call up Vinnie he so
could be splashed in a bucket and boom it's a week
It's crazy how time travel passes by
Time won't be waitin', seconds to leave
Diggin' for, every ounce
From 9 pm to 5 am playing the game
That's all night, here me that's all night wit the gang
FaceTime or PlayStation party having a banger
In my room
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party
the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there
Don't need no help, all by myself
I used to hang around with rappers
When addressin' my profession
In every session
The fact that I'm alive is such a blessing
Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin'
What I'm about
to stand by our cause
Perfect storm brewing to knock down these walls
The walls of Oppression
The walls of Recession
The class is in session
So here come
Don't let my aggression be your first impression
Due to the stressing just be lucky it's not mild depression
Seeking therapy through studio sessions
my peace and just keep my cool
Class in session but ain't nobody attending school
Can't be around you niggas content with being fools
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