Bun b, i’m underground king
It's the reality of leaving,
Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit
And now it's real, the power kills me, how to pay for college shit,
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
But it didnt have a taste for me that's why i was thrown out of college,
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
I'm the new hip-hop teenager,i'll save u like a ranger
Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital
Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,
Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores
But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers
'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face
Leaving god ashamed . i take blame for my corrupt ways.
Is this what you want is for someone that you did care about leaving you?
‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
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