BSS

I don't got much to say but I still reminisce the times Ages five to fourteen was my bss prime Lunch a dollar twenty five but I never ever paid Hot cheetos and the switch and the switch anyone tryna trade Rudy and Bryan hit Conrad for the trade Best times of my life man I knew I should've stayed Base in basketball at the eighth grade gym Add robbed him from the nuke and his team takes the win Eighth grade year went by in a blink Seven thirty in the morning fruity pebbles in the sink Rti time ask sully for a favor Always a surprise everyday another flavor Throw slippers and sweats and I walk to the bus Had a good time in school but we onto better things I'm done with my rap so pass it to the king Lil T Nag told me to hop on this track We was talking about grade school so we made a rap Ballin in the gym and we got the homies out back I'm just balling in high school with my fucking man Jack Fifth grade was like cod how we played capture the flag I only got street smarts you know I wasn't in tag Still made honor roll wasn't nothing to brag Krunker in tech class better not lag Just a lil kid but an old man in the play Fourth grade Pinocchio I don't got much to say I was lead of the show but I didn't even speak Fourth grade class wasn't even my peak Fifth grade class and we in Van Horn Ed Rudy Tom and we for Neehal at the four Reading all these books yea that was a bore Didn't get no homework but it still felt like a chore We at recess playing soccer on the field I'm team cap but then I had to yield Do I want Ali or do I want cheese Ali saves goals but Ethans fly like them bees We run up the game and tied near the end You know I punt it up cause I always full send Before I kick the ball the team laughs and stands tall I punt it on the roof still owe Ali a ball After fifth grade we say our goodbyes One year later we singing fly eagles fly Yea the birds got that ring and I always had faith Jumping down the stairs singing dreams and a wraith Another year past and we eating lollipops We in lunch detention for two weeks tops Shit sounds like hell but it ain't that bad Paper airplanes flying make the teacher mad Two more weeks we seeing teacher at lunch She wanna call my parents I said they will be in touch I knew that was cap my dukes never found out Cause If they did they would have screamed and shout Now we in eighth its our last one here Shotgunning cokes thinking that they were beers We make this plan to get a big crowd going When we were in art when we finished our sewing Me and J Niss and T Dog talked We said it was great but could we walk the walk Today after lunch we go to the stalls We rushed down as one and sprint through the halls All the guys in the school were jumping in the mosh There was so many guys I think I saw Drake and Josh You know I got bopped and they had to call my mom Never forget the Ukumarun Valeudam