A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much
Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch
I still got my nike boots
School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools
Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon
Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon
The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come
Blind hate for this worrisome champion
Underground rappers hate us for sellin' out 'cuz we dominant,
While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and
Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell
Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell
Don't like school, i hate this place
In his body and face
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