I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
You may be asking yourself how i picked myself up
My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells
Wake up in the morning and i ask myself
You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but
Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up
Growing up by myself
And if you pay for that yourself
You gonna get to steppin', get stood up like an erection
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping
Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
As i seenobody cares about my history
And blow myself up makin everyone a causality
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