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They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah What's a name got a new track Yeah I heard it, sound like his old track It wasn't all that, thought it was a throw back Same shit different name, I ain't okay with that Another motherf* talkin bout some trap s* Louie belt, Gucci watch what the f* is this?! Everybody got a body count And everybody with a body stay strapped out And everybody strapped out got a life vest Aim for the head, f* yo chest If half of that s* was real There would be nobody left for the cops to kill They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah Slim thick black chic Twerk videos, making money real quick F* a education she got her a baby daddy Turn tricks, make the money take his caddy She a man eater f* em, drug em, get the cash Tell em honey, you the one with all the a* Move fast - hide the gun Yo baby daddy caught a body back in verse one Prolly shoulda went to class you had the chance Now you tryin to raise a kid on a lap dance You got a lotta s* to cry about Cause his homey was a snitch and he ain't getting out Guess it's back to the t* bar Get that a* on the pole, superstar Pay yo bills wit them Tell me all about it baby - don't stop They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah Ten years later, same s* same block Poor - never really had a shot Daddy locked up, mama is a thot thot Will he live to see 21? Prolly not All he see is the fast life Live by the gun die by the gun right? No role models, just rap stars Hustlers, bangers, plugs and point guards What the f* you expect? The next Obama Garbage in, garbage out ask his mama She the one that told him he was never worth s* She the one that told him black kids are worthless She the one tried to keep him in the sewer Good thing he never really listened to her They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah They talking drugs and money and how their homies got shot All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah