You're a junior, i'm a senior, respect your elders,
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from
And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Motivation from medication, starvation from education
Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands
High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait
But my junior year english teacher portrayed
If its not couture, i will not go to her
When he told martin luther king junior
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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