Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/
That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame
Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,
Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry
My salute to you i raise the middle
I'm the best, even when i'm cynical
Tried sending me to the middle east , to be stoned and beat/
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep
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