While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
But forget the star’s report card dog, so what its shit,
The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that
Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.
But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard
You never saw us. i'll bust your ass if you dare report us.
Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius
I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt
Look at my report card, it is apparent
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers
You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha
Yeah they seen my report card but they've yet to hear my rapping ah...
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