Sneak up on attack
Keep going never look back
Will somebody please show me how
Relax, i ain't going back to that now
That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch
Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?
And we try to keep going
They see me rolling
There is no going back
Snapple fact: you rather wack
To my knowledge college ain't an option
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
I'm in college now got the professors to mob with me
Going back to them over and over again
Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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