Gotta lotta stuff, fool
Rapping rule, back to school
You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
The same shit over and over it's like a record skipping
Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.
When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope
And even your friends at school.
The thugs say i'm cool
Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping
And this will be the song that we sing
Im the enemy skipping school resenting me
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
But now i'm in high school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
But im actually skipping and causing high jinks
You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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