School Em Hard

Yo, you think you teachin' me? Man, what a joke,

Bitch, I’m flexin’ harder than your dead-end smoke.

Puttin' grades on my back like a weight, that’s a lie,

They don't learn shit, just watchin' kids passin’ by.

 

Call yourself a mentor? Nah, you just a phony,

Sippin’ on your coffee like you run this zone, G.

I’m spittin’ knowledge while you cling to your chair,

Talkin' 'bout lessons while you breathe stagnant air.

 

You think you drop bombs? They barely a pop,

I’m the Tnt, blowin’ up, you just a botch.

Talkin’ big game, but can’t teach this fire,

Classroom’s a prison, I’m breakin' the wire.

 

I’m the street scholar, you just a pencil pusher,

Givin' me grades, but I’m flexin’ like a ruler.

While you scribble shit, I’m redefinin’ the code,

You playin' checkers, nah, I’m chessin' the road.

 

You tryna flex a future? That shit’s all whack,

Bet you think you smart, but ain’t breakin' no back.

Stuck in old ways, fallin' off like a relic,

I’m a new breed, bring that heat, it’s electric.

 

Thought you could school me? Nah, not today,

I’m the king in this game, you just here to play.

See me risin’ up while you sittin' in the dust,

When I spit these bars, you know I got that thrust.

 

Now I’m takin’ bets like my life’s on the line,

You’re the reason that my grind stays so divine.

So step back, teacher, let the student eat,

When I drop this track, you gon’ feel the heat.

 

I’m the hustler of wisdom, you just a part-time geek,

Out the classroom like a ghost, man, I rise from the bleak.

This ain’t a lesson; it’s a lesson in fear,

You the bell that’s ringin’, but I’m the one they cheer.