Drop the bass like it's straight outta college
Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge
You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch
When the job are scarce and you mind lacks college
Second guessed it as i grew into an adult nearing college
Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch
Talking about the god you serve
Teachers giving lectures
I mean look at my features, educated my teachers
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
No longer the person teachers adore
Then the world ain't no trick no more
When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch
Those people don't get a chance, but the electoral college,
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Private interests use college for profit
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