We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge
I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much
Motivation from medication, starvation from education
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,
Kick game henry bitch, bonjour
Flow of a librarian, its science, salarian, slice it up caesarean,
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
No discipline, run up and #sucka #punch a #citizen
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Man that money's for my education
But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much
We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >