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- My man Sway said he gon' put me to the test
- One beat later, you could put me with the best
- To be honest, I'm skipping classes to be on this
- But teachers think I'm gorgeous so I'm passing all my courses
- And they don't really trip, they know I got a greater purpose
- You just trying to ride a wave until you blow, you like a porpoise
- Boy, my people's piss poor, I never had a pot to piss in
- So I substituted the porcelain for my competition
- Substituted my dormitory for a laboratory
- This a haunted reformatory, my life's a horror story
- Ain't no one been this raw before me, no way they after me
- When I used to rap at lunch, everybody would laugh at me
- Now they hit my phone like "Bro, you killed that 'No Flex Zone'!"
- And when I finally get on, it's gon' feel crazy to flex on 'em
- I was writing scriptures, all that time I spent in detention
- The industry looking like a hair extension convention
- Your track's fake, better get your facts straight
- You gon' get this work, I don't care if I get to class late, sucker
- Check out my man Sway gritting his teeth
- Hey, I guess that's just what happens when you listen to me
- Spitting the heat, got the keys to the city of Cleve
- The city of thieves, where niggas never pity the weak
- Ain't it ironic? Like Nicolas Cage, I'm on fire
- So I would never need a ghostwriter
- My flow hotter, I should be residing in Florida
- And you ain't putting out no fire, you an old lighter
- I swear, to deny me is to deny a god
- I thought I made that clear when I hopped on that "Fire Squad"
- I'm odd, I'm from the streets where they letting them gats loose
- And the only tears you see is from niggas with tattoos
- On their face, only thing you could do is say grace
- And the only thing my mom could do is tell her son to stay safe
- I know, mom, you the reason I'm the gold in the coal mine
- I know I'm gon' shine, motherfuck a cosign
- You see, ain't no way around this no more, it never was that
- A lot of rappers claim they the greatest, I never does that
- I just sit back and let the gums flap, I never fuss back
- I know I was the chosen one since I was in the nutsack
- Sperm cell with the heart of a sperm whale
- Ready to tackle the world, never heard of the term "fail"
- I learn well, I knew they tried to stop the explosion
- But God had a better plan, I busted right through that Trojan, blow!
- Out came the Messiah, darker than you'd think he'd be
- Threw him in the hood where the youngins think they in GBE
- He grew up hungry, trying to go from EBT to BET
- Momma just want my GED, I'm trying to sign to TDE
- I'm trying to see me on the TV screen, they said it's farfetched
- Unless you like Ginobli height, then that'll be a long stretch
- Like how you trying to ball? Boy, you ain't even gotten tall yet
- But I'm like Metta on Viagra, I'm the hardest Artest
- Ain't no world peace cause don't nobody want to do right
- Them shells flying, got the projects looking like a food fight
- A coupe of troopers playing stupid, they gon' shoot
- Leave you stinkin', they gon' have to move you with a pooper scooper
- You and all your dogs scary? Y'all some Scooby Doos
- I'm like Scrappy Doo, my flow is deep, I'm like a super scuba diver
- We are not the same, there's a big difference between you and I, bruh
- You are not a writer, you more like an Uber driver
- I've never had a prior job, nobody can hire God
- I dropped your thot, they thought I couldn't rap, I find it kinda odd
- I got the drive, and plus my brakes is broken, ain't no tryna stop
- And boy, my "Fire Squad" is twice as hard as your entire mob
- And I apologize, it's kinda hard to compete
- I'm too elite, mixed with a scholar and a god of the streets
- My momma proud of me, I'm running toward my college degree
- Instead of running from police who like the sound of the heat, blow!
- With the speed of a bullet as soon as you blast it
- I was moving onto campus working towards my bachelor's
- And I'm in school for fashion, but that ain't even my passion
- So when I be skipping classes, it's cause I be writing classics
- Man, I never thought I'd miss the hood so much
- I've grown up, I had to go even though I ain't even want up
- You know what? I'm trying to blow up
- So when I walk the stage, I pray it's for a Grammy before a diploma
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