I'm a first class writer,
It's real dog, i live in the fire
Why did i take this class/
You can't be wiping your ass
Now you're class partners for starters,
And this world's mine, but the womb is hers
Cutting class for the pool
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,
That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass
So keep fronting till my peeps come
Cause i'm a lower class citizen
Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class
But i let off everything i have
Bring your pen and your weed stash
First out the gate last back to class,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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