Smokin medication like i graduated med. school
I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
But policy was...you gotta go to school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
But she forgot about the golden rule
Are you surprised? they belong in high school,
While we going through the school
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love
With some hard new school instrumentals.
Every kid in the school yard
Guess i'll meet her right back at start
Secondary school was secondary to
So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you
Pocket racked up all big faces
Mabye we'll school with some classes
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