Of a high school kid and his real times
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee
School was a bummer; all the teachers were acting like they had high notoriety
Are you surprised? they belong in high school,
I told myself that i would play it cool
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
That high school sounded cool
In high school i met this girl, she really changed my life
Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice
I've already accepted my mission
Look, they gon love me for my ambition
So here's the mission
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
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