The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax
Opening up a new rap chapter, we're the twin masters
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
Bring the battering ram where you live
Of a high school kid and his real times
It was my first year in high school
That's the sound of my tool
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
School was a bummer; all the teachers were acting like they had high notoriety
Together all the timethought it was true love
We passed high school only by a couple inches
Beating them is like opening a new chapter
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
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