When im waiting for mealtime at school
And this is dc where the rich see the poor
See. they say i'm a wannabe forget that i'm a gonna be. say hay
Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way
Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient
I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift
People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,
So i'mma talk about a little bit of that
I rap for the ones that actully give a dam haha i fu*king dis the ones that
You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back
To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle
And every time i rap on this school ground i'm the principal
I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that
You give me that crap, so you can’t say i rap for shit/
Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat
Fresh outta school but only for the week,
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