The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
So rest your weary heart
Every kid in the school yard
Even poor people can use me in every school!
And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool
I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,
In my old school, with the naughty
I’m tryna be low key
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,
Malia family, we the family
In other words i'm getting money
Money in my pockets
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
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