I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps
Malcolm x, by any means
And teach then not to meet people like u
The boa know they loving the crew
Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people
I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful
We would like to call this an appreciation tape
Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate
It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice
Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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