FSU
George III
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Give me 10 seconds I'll give you art An extra hundred-twenty Adds weapons and stolen cars Throw in 5 mo' for the look out before it's dark And if you double up I can tell it all from the start Day 1 Teisha tried cuffing me like a mark I told that chick to beat it Discriminate with my cock If Micheal Jackson'd seen it He'd probably would be in shock A dark skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock To the psyche Cuz women think it's unlikley A shade from white and ripe Why wouldn't that nigga like me Guess she didn't know I identified her as hoe And it wasn't in my plan for her coochie to have control Day 2 Restless In need of something to do And if you got the plug I'll be needing something from you Though it's 82 degrees My demeanor is mighty cold Cuz no God is in my soul But these demons still comin' through Crackheads and scams run rampant across campus Murk bandits, though outlandish paint the canvas Hoes brandish ass and tits then vanish Into a niggas room to get some dick So I assume Day 3 was key Cuz I finally had went to class Sat in homeroom while staring out of the glass Thinking a degree would put me on the right path But the second it turned 3 my motivation had passed Went outside to smoke I met a nigga named Jaz We both liked to rap and immediately start to spazz Bustin' freestyles like hymens when Vikings Clash When I noticed a group A couple hours had passed Day 4 Accustomed to campus and how it works See, if you have the bread The pretty women will flirt And if you packin' lead The hood niggas respect you But if you lack the cred They'll prob'ly treat you like dirt Met a man in red Big Homie I'll call him Zues He spoke on aspirations of bangers calling a truce Usually I choose not to listen to peoples views But a couple hours prior was sippin' on gin and juice Day 5 Sick of the lies In lack of drive Same people who'll deface you Wont face you they'd rather hide Spreading false tales like bards While drunk and high When sober they'd tuck tail And couldn't remember why Tried to go to sleep 12 Hours after the noon But couldn't help to notice Screaming from the other room Went out to find peace In the cover of the moon A man followed Bragging 'bout his brother sharing poon He asked me for a blunt I told him I'd have it soon As I walk downstairs I caught a whiff of perfume That's when I'd seen her walking A beauty that'd make you swoon Then I realized she just got tossed by two goons Damn FSU, FSU, FSU I never go to class So they wonder what I do FSU, FSU, FSU I never go to class Cuz I'm always on the move Month 1 Smoke on the daily but not for fun Im tryna keep my cool like albinos hiding from sun Plus I got a tool, but haven't told anyone So if someone's acting petty they won't be ready to run Took my father's whip Thinkin' to myself don't slip Then caught a flat tire 4/5ths of the way on my trip My phone started ringing My pops he was screaming 'bout my grades, Oh shit Month 2 Really start fucking with homie Zues Still haven't gone to class The academic recluse But I needed cash my parents said they were through Plus if they knew I smoked I'd prob'ly go hungry too Trading English papers and 20's for now will do Though somethings got to move For this sitch I'm in to improve Hanging with the crew I ain't really in the mood But Jaz called talking 'bout a party with some food Month 3 We decided to flip a pack Take a hound south and bring the merchandise back Made the trip twice the second just wasn't laxed The homies peeped a garage with 30 birds in the back Doubled back Then we talked about the house we was at The rumors said it's a fed's so we took it as fact It wasn't that we were scared We just knew how to act Plus it could've been a sting Who'd want to get caught in that Month 4 Niggas start knocking all on my door Im like the lowest bidder Prescriptions you can afford For every ten I sell I'm making another four I give the homie twelve He helped me get in the door Watching for the 12 Cuz I'm who they lookin' for When women give me hell I think back on Day 4 I called it so well it's what I pushed my fate towards If life's a game of spades I can finally make board Month 5 Finals arrive and I was shook Attendance almost zero It wouldn't be overlooked Zues told me how the homies plans were undercooked Them niggas hit the lick we skipped and got booked 40 years all over a suicide mission I'll be 58 when them niggas get out of prison Whether by luck or fate I could've been in the system And underneath that weight Decided to stop whipin' FSU, FSU, FSU I never go to class So they wonder what I do FSU, FSU, FSU I never go to class Cuz I'm always on the move
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