I put some cash in ya pocket
Then take a little road trip
Say the word and i'mma give you what you want
And take a vacation to trip a broad
Are you surprised? they belong in high school,
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
Graduated from high school i'm still tryna fuck the faculty
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
We passed high school only by a couple inches
Of a high school kid and his real times
When i get my hands on nines
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
The school kid in a cruel trip that's a fallacy
Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool
I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,
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