Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
Wrighting all these raps when im feeling bored,
When im at front im looking at her cleavage,
They vaguely decipher my language
Sinnin' but sick when im winnin' unconsciously
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Haters ask when im gone stop never
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
When im waiting for mealtime at school
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
When im hazed and dazed
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