In a class of my own, you undergraduate material
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
Educate and create a way to hide your treasure
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered
A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt
Ill get out of here i just gotta create a ladder
I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
Thick lips and a sick class
Gotta make that cash
But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned
But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,
Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
I guess these major deals ain't all they seem
Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.
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