Lyrics:
Dillon, Brenda
Two parents and a dog who you all love tender
And it's not your fault that
I got my ass beat fist fights after school
At least once every
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
Snakes in the grass, so I watch how I move. Stay low-key, play it cool, but still keep me a tool. If they reach then we teach, take a fool to school
mind
Good girl stay in your house
Bad girl make it worth your while
Do sushi when we link up coz we afford that life now
Head down when I fly out
They
It's a hot summer day in the year of 84'
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
Watchin' the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
Slangin'
heard the song, so mind your own mane
And you'll be fine and you be cool
And all you young brothas, you better stay in school
Quit runnin around tryin
she sit in front so I can see her big ole' ass
Me in 10th grade failing fuckin' math
Me pretending that it really ain't that bad
Me and Marcus just
the power........
Don't let that nigga in, let in, than I'm leaving
"Boy that's your father", I don't care, Ma I'm leaving
I'm let it get odd, I don't care, we
I'm real
I steady stay jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My nigga Adrian
I got tha Haircut Joe
Flowin in tha bitch
It's this
I'm real
I steady stay jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My nigga Adrian
I got tha Haircut Joe
Flowin in tha bitch
It's this
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I know it's not easy
But you can't leave
We'll stay here
Immersed in the night
The sound
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cuz I'm not stupid, I
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
platinum, seen it on them tarots before
So I know how it is all gonna go down
Gotta go more uptown, more in the cloud
'Cause didn't ya know by now, I'm
gon’ be feelin’ that
But with that deep shit
You gon’ be feelin’ that Fuck the schools
Jumped in and pushed the ceiling back
And if it tires like
"I don't want you to get involved with this shit, man
Go to school, stay in school
Like, you gotta make the family name legit," you know?
Now, I
mutate
Stories, told by the women in my past
Say they wanna stick around but then it didn’t last
All play the same games but wearing different masks
Not
a school him using the NBA
Let's say your squad play tough
Like they all for it (forward)
That's only gon make me bring a
Sub in like Jamal Crawford
So if
and my brother a nine
Business is booming everyhing is cool
I pull about a g a week, fuck school
A year passed by and I began to grow
Not in height but
You see sometimes I really miss the School days on
The court making Plays it kept me In a good place
Trading kicks in the hall remember it Like it
school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me,
school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me,
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