Strapped up, know i keep that tool
That was till she chose a school
Take that big l for skipping school
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that
Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded
Iced out, okay cool
But now i'm in high school
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Middle school was finally done
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
Because i'm the best writer in school,
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
School flunkie, pill junky
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
While we going through the school
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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