And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her
Chew off my leg and my motherfucker finger,
That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet
My friend lost his leg,army are dead
And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could
Should i say the fake leg made out of wood
So on my way here i hit a couple of queer
Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer
Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping
I cannot believe you think you young and tripping
I mean of course just the same old
Skipping class and growing cold
But money never lasts, in fact it's only last
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class
A criminal grind mean hustle
I'm skipping over that struggle
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