Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
Before i thought high was cool and got high at school
Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,
Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat
Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right
We hang at school and chat every night
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
You see a black kid at a private catholic school
Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right
They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner
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