People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school
To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
Test the water let me know if the temperature right
They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
Crush organ donors and put "warning" across my picture
Laughs at you and talks about
Let me see you work it out
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town
We hang at school and chat every night
Killa never let the drama slide
People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school
There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,
You never tire, might as well as inspire
And now my new crush gives me the same smile
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