Strapped up, know i keep that tool
But now i'm in high school
Middle school was finally done
I hit your block and we can box for fun
But policy was...you gotta go to school
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
When im waiting for mealtime at school
Then you look like a fucking fool
Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded
Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
That was till she chose a school
And even your friends at school.
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
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