Strapped up, know i keep that tool
See i learned it in school
My friends were off at school
The thugs say i'm cool
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool
That's the sound of my tool
Rapping rule, back to school
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
That was till she chose a school
Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
If u wanna get home
They blowing up my phone
I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne
Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,
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