Rapping rule, back to school
That's the sound of my tool
Smoke until i ain't got no lungs
Tried to be a saint once,
I'm a saint you ain't gonna step up
Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck
The bus pulls up beside the school
I told myself that i would play it cool
You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand
I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,
Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste
Pretend to the judge that you were a saint
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
That was till she chose a school
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
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