Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
It was my first year in high school
Another 5, eli won't even be there
Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare
I'm fed up of failing, think i'll have more fun masturbating,
Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring
And even your friends at school.
Iced out, okay cool
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting
Never got to it, now i'm a senior on the verge of failing
That was till she chose a school
That's the sound of my tool
Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring
But he keeps trying and failing, he winds up bailing
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
While we going through the school
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