Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
It was my first year in high school
Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school
No david lettermans acting a fool
While we going through the school
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
See i learned it in school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
Iced out, okay cool
Rapping rule, back to school
That was till she chose a school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
And even your friends at school.
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
Smokin medication like i graduated med. school
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
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