It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school
And this is dc where the rich see the poor
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
That i wanna stay in the same school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
That high school sounded cool
This thing that you could imagine
Middle school was finally done
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school
Dc, man over money
School flunkie, pill junky
Looking at your money
School flunkie, pill junky
It was my first year in high school
Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool
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