Strapped up, know i keep that tool
That was till she chose a school
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
She was new to the school i think she moved from texas
Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax
They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs
Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
Because i'm the best writer in school,
And even your friends at school.
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
Then you look like a fucking fool
Rapping rule, back to school
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
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