When the club gets played
U wreak of absurd hate
My friends were off at school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
And even your friends at school.
I hate it and i hate you,
Gucci man, it's the gucci crew
I'm dreaming to be great
Dont care about the hate
Rapping rule, back to school
That's the sound of my tool
New york, va, dc, get paid
Its the things that i hate
In his body and face
Don't like school, i hate this place
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