They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,
Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right
To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/
You see a black kid at a private catholic school
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
Feelin the voltage rattle like snakes
Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,
Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck
Student at a broken down school, fucking fags need a tuneup
Now at school guys were paying attention to the quiet, more
The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score
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