After school me and a crew cruise
Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
I came from humble beginnings
Hustle for money and making livings
I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool
It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school
Two times, cause a youngin ain't died
We hang at school and chat every night
I can taste the salt from my tears
And cash money supermarket like seth,
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
I get up every day and go to school
Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool
There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school
Take my bus and bust down money
Than the muse of a family
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