The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
And on the banks of this river
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
And i see kids treating other kids so crucially
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
Then you look like a fucking fool
Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids
So stupid listen to the music and you spit so ruthless now we cool kids,
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
Phone company's robbing you with collusion
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
And they're robbing our money for tax
Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids
So here i am at the store for some chips
Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow
My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row
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