Trying to get back to this thing called love
With some hard new school instrumentals.
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
But now i'm in high school
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
While we going through the school
Take that big l for skipping school
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
Then you look like a fucking fool
Rapping rule, back to school
And this is dc where the rich see the poor
It was my first year in high school
School flunkie, pill junky
Dc, man over money
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