It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
That was till she chose a school
The thugs say i'm cool
That i wanna stay in the same school
But she forgot about the golden rule
All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that
Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded
See i learned it in school
Iced out, okay cool
While we going through the school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
School flunkie, pill junky
I be gettin' money
And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please
I'm just a criminal athlete, banned from my own sport and activities.
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