Class is in session
Well that's just fine with him
You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
Beating him over the head with the telephone
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer
But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option
I laced the base with 'caine straight-faced, then i tackled him,
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Through grades 9 and 10 ive spent time with him
With no receivers had the pickin of a option
Views are twisted, your man, what's the matter with him?
Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,
Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option
He's all about that political wisdom, i write with him
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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