Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
From trying ride life in the fast lane
Well, brenda's barely got a brain
Now kid had to make some moves trying to get his own wheels so he could drive to school
If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,
Old school nature trying to rap pacs twin,
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
And this is dc where the rich see the poor
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,
Because i'm the best writer in school,
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
Every kid in the school yard
This for my niggas that really rap hard
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