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I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

In all my classes, i be just writing rhymes

Block the pass, we on top/

You chris, i rock

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Daredevils don’t care ‘bout society’s classes ‘n levels,

If you had, one shot

See i'm comin for your top

Dumb rhymes/ my mind active/ a pro giving y'all classes/ so pay attention/

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

Skip classes, snort blunt ashes out of our mustaches