The ice ain't really nothing to her
So cool the bitches, they scatter
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks
Three j's took me this high
I´m so high, my shoes so fly
I call that shit that middle school
I mean, i know i'm pretty cool
I know you think you cool
Higher than high school
So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool
All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school
At first i thought you were cool
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
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