m tryna take care ma family, fightin for tha fame, luvin this rap game, damn, thats ma fantisy, but everybody's sayin to me that school is nessecery, makin music
're in flight, yo, you gotta fly high So you were born, so you die It's all evolution, here's the rule Evolve, my meaning, enroll in a new school Adn
heal, i'm tryna take care ma family fightin for tha fame luvin this rap game damn thats ma fantisy, but everybody's sayin to me that school is nessecery, makin music
Club In my new garms and Armani I'm a cool guy, R1, R6 Won't see man wingin' on a Harley But you will see man in Trenchtown Puffing on the high grade
a golden state warrior Without Antawn Jamison I'm your last laugh without a punch line I'm a fistfight in your high school halls at lunchtime I'm dangerous
all 'bout the sad show The music's so ill, knida make one niggas want to kill You know what I'm saying Big up to Larell High That's my east school coast
Intro: Busta Rhymes Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where
shorty inside of my school locker I never had shit, I always had it all We used to play with guns, we used to play ball I used to pump crack, in school
I got signed I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line My big brother used to say I was an asshole didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle of high school
I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar Block What i got in my high
And I says, "No Ma, they don't" Then there was the year I came home Only leave from the army from Germany To marry my high school sweetheart On the
me I'm just sayin, I give a blunt, so ya'll better just remember me It ain't nothing but music [about music]4x This ain't nothing but music Now I remember
wont live forever but almost everybody wants to live forever Once upon a time, rhyming, working at part time Designers pricing it too high, im just
Now I know why the whole music industry love that bitch [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] x1 [Verse 3: Mack 10] I been a bread winner and a gold dayton spinner And I like a high
done get shot From at least about five years ago when I was in junior high goin to Marshall The homey use to come up to the school and rock and leave
caught slippin And Mike really started trippin After a couple months he droped out of school Now we all day kickin it getting high Smokin blunts even
[Intro] Chops on the track Yeahhh [Verse 1 - A. Leon Craft] A. Leon Craft, South Pole cold (Cold) Up my damn flow, like a lit gas stove (Stove) Tk-tk