The principle came up and she said i did a good job,
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
That's how i got the weed spot
Get you ready for your new job
Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job
I read about napoleon hill and try to know god
They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not
Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,
In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job
Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top
Just so happens mine they prefer
If thats your job, call me the saboteur.
Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot
I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,
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