school boy memories

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yo i been pimpin since i was a jit
chickens use to gimme a dollar so next to me they could sit
years later its the same shit
but now they beggin for a hit n good dick
this is just somethin you born with
i could never be on that corn shit
8th grade i was cuttin class and gettin ass
puffin with no pass and chillin w a baddie
but i dont want no parts if she dont gotta fattie
then in high school i was missin mathmatics due to my trap habits
comin back to the learnin room mad smacked witha fat stack in my pocket
teachers askin questions bout topics i aint bother learnin
cuz i was out there earnin enough
to call a bluff when they said i wouldn't be shit
but i was makin more money then them n i wasnt legit
so what do that say? fuck you and ya essay
still had A's and b's cuz i was on my p's and q's
so if you broke and failin classes u got not excuse
better pay someone to do the work u dont wanna do
i took my advice so if u dont u the one thats gone be screwed dude
 
second verse:
 
 
im tired a hearin the oldĀ  recycled advice
all up in my head like a nigga had lice
go to school get a job be a regular Stan
this where ideas differ cuz my future already planned
cuz the way i play w grams i could make bands
trappin a get me a new whip a new crib and a mike
start w a few zips itll prolly get me right
cant say too much cuz these coppas indict
n these niggas a snitch cuz they cut from the cloth of a bitch
somethin real in this life iswhats missin
try to lay it down to em n they dont wanna listen
so i just do what i do
back in the i day i use to jug for the trues
now i jug cuz i got nothin the lose
but everything to gain
im tryna make sure these folks remember my name
solrac to be exact n i dont do shit if it dont make cents/sense
the way i view life like thru a different kinda lense
cuz the masses all flock in one direction
and it always seems to me like im the only exception
its a curse and gift cuz when u farther away it becomes harder to lift
what use to be quick turns into a longer trips
smokin spliffs to surpress the boredem
and i keep my timbs lace like im dressed for autumn
if they scuffed i sell mo green stuff and re up
me and money together like katniss and peeta
or fire and reefa
if u find a real bitch u betta keepa
nowadays the real is rare
and loyalty is unseen like air
man nobody really cares life aint fair
 
//btw i dont use that rhyme assistance shit all this shit strictly my vocab ya dig lol

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