Gang Real trim baby, man, brought out them weapons (LamarcusJ all on the beats now) Fo' sure (But he ain't livin') Ayy, you know when you went to the O These facts (Yeah) You weren't all 'round
Soon as I walk in that class I smell like reefa Dope boy swag, I'm fresh than my teacher No, we can't kick it 'cause this ain't FIFA And yeah, I ball, but I don't play soccer, yay What is that stench coming from yo' locker? Don't worry about that, just stay out of my business 'Posed to be in Mrs. Manning, but I skipped to Mrs. Gilbert Hold up, let me play calling, let me sneak out the building Say, go to car, gotta meet 'em at Philly Bell finna rang, let me gеt back to Izzy Supposed to be doing my work, but my fingers bе itching I just can't sit still, gotta hop up and get it Say, I just get to that green like my first name was ribbit 'Fore I walk back to school, hit the blunt, spray twice Just smoked a gram, so I gotta get right Eyes real low and tight Walk in that class, teacher say, "Boy, you high as kite" I told Mr. Brent I'm high as a flight He say, "Just do your work, you'll be alright I'm thinking, "I'm tryna sneak, shoot dice" Ayy, ain't talking math, tryna bet on a 6-8 One roll 6's, don't move, that's my pape' I'm over here eating, I ain't even grab the lunch tray Hold up, I hear Kevs chains, better dip, there go Miss Drake Now I buy one, tryna get through the rest of the day, still might catch me a play I got ear phones in, and there go Miss Hudges, gotta go me a whole 'nother way Say, I turn the corner, see shawty with shape Hop down on her, now she got me late Her boyfriend a athlete, but lil baby like hood guys I'm from the trenches, but he from the good side Ayy, ain't tryna cuff, I'ma make her a team player Hood baby, I don't eat lunch, I'm at Green Acres Ayy, I dont play, baby, you can ask coach V Tryna get off this zip before 3 Remember that Cobalt, ridin' 'round four deep How was you lame in school now you so street? George, been had the walkie, knew you was gon' be the police Ayy, but it's cool 'cause he ain't act gangster, get it? What I'm sayin' just be yourself Lot of fake, not a lot real left And I'm one of the last one left I got class work, paper in my pants right now Ayy, before you love someone else, you gotta love yourself I know someone's who was sitting in the class, in the cell I know someone's who was sitting in class and ain't here You ain't gotta try to fit in, just be who you is Patty ending was beefing, for real If you ain't real, you can't stand next to me Real n**** f*** with me, R.I.P. Teddy P Get that monyun combo, sloppy, with extra cheese Knew I was gon' get rich, I use to work at Burger King My partner ain't graduate, but he got a first degree I hove the spot much I got my bachelors I ain't play football, but that pack, I'ma tackle it In the field house, I'm slamming like wrestling Girl Scout cookies have you gasping I'm talking white owls and swishers, no backwoods and zaza I know you high if you hopped out of my car I play Guitar Hero, knew I was a Rockstar You mix black with that 'act, no wock', wock' Webby's, Boosie's, Dickies, Coogie's, and I can't forget 'bout the Reeboks Say, I can forget 'bout the all white sneakers Walk in the hall, but I'm fly as a eagle 'Member, we was clowning, me and Demetrius Know you can't stand me, so sit in the bleachers, p**** Been had that fire, you can ask Mr. Guns My homie ain't play sports, but he on the run My partner ain't play band, but he had a drum This stick make you break dance, this one of them ones Ayy, I can't forget, we was thuggin' in Scott's class My pockets was thin, but now I got thot pants I hit the bud, take you home The glizzy a iPad, that in just in case lil' buddy want act bad Know these lil' boys show out for these females Better stop 'fore I send some' to your email She say, "Yay", but you ain't none' with that sh** on you It's Friday, she acting like Ezell That P stand for pussy, boy, you ain't no player At his neck like a turtle, better go in your shell Got my wrist in the pot like I'm staring Rotell You better keep you a AK or you gon' fail I can't get caught skippin', I'm slicker than jell 'Fore you get you a ring, you gon' take you some L's If that phone keep ringing, then I'm doing well I can't get off the zip, I got saved by the bellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
