My records sell, yes sir
I wish i had a teacher
Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy
When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy
Money long from here to japan
The teacher told him he can
She got me caught up in the moment
The girl gets home kinda late because she's drunk
Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
As my name get bigger this game get different
Check these slow pokes trippin' like they're piss drunk,
And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper
I'd run myself over, but there needs to be a teacher
But i - somehow, some way
The teacher looked over her class one day
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