I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school
Before i thought high was cool and got high at school
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
So ya pick a fight in school and ya threatened with expulsion.
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
And even your friends at school.
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
I get up every day and go to school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,
My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes
Kill the jungle let the cats loose
After school me and a crew cruise
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