Rapping rule, back to school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
Your body's saying things i ain't never heard
People around are doing their work
They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work
Know i meant, every motherfuckin word
Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run
Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven
I don't think it will work out, school just ain't my thing for the price
Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive
And their bloods trying make it work.
My shirt, purple label my shirt
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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