Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
And out of principle
No one notice your struggle
Women front, they get its cold
S queezys very bold
To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way
Walk into the school, feels like a normal day, but than the principle stops me screamin hey,
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that
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