"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff
As you can probably see im a different class of
We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,
She sit up at her desk on perez all day
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
Head of the class moments need to pass
I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat
Branded a son of middle-class folk,
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
Cause i can spit it fast with the rest of the class.
Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,
So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team
Bring your pen and your weed stash
Instead of being in class
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