These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last
The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
So chase the air hide your stash
I'm just fucking round in class
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)
I'm a first class writer,
I got more hoes than tiger
And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
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