I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
Fell asleep in first class
Baby got that super bass
And i ain't frontin for her
I'm a first class writer,
Thick lips and a sick class
Bring your pen and your weed stash
Franky lymon the lime light gets old
Skipping class and growing cold
The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class
Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass
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