Or chilling enjoying the green highlands
Rub the wood and ima show em love
I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school
To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
While i'm stuck in this school with nothing but rich white kids thinking their ghetto 'n
And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million
Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights
I'm not too worried i'm just enjoying the good vibes
Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,
Like i no longer existed mysteriously missingalthough i'm worldwide baby i ain't hard to find
Why are the little kids having little kids
Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
But i'm fucking tired of seeing kids called black shit by private school fucking white kids
Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids
Or just another one of my black jesus traps
Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax
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