But she forgot about the golden rule
Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school
While i'm hard on my grind working and school
So like i said before don't act a fool
Before a nigga finish put in the work
I dont care about your feelings but are you hurt
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,
Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote
I'm self provoked can't rap about shit i don't do anymore hard to cope
Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
For being jealous of a brother when he rides
School of the hard knocks with some british knights
People forgettin about hard work and that grind
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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