School of the Streets

Welcome to the school of the streets, nigga Class and motherfuckin' session Fresh out, poppin' percs just like usual To see the sun without no shackles on feel Beautiful Twenty-three hours a day trapped in a cubicle You probably don't know what that'll do to you I can't wait to get back to how I used to be Superchargers on my cars, hoes usin' me Grits two hundred a piece if you usin' B All this forty dollars a gram, shit new to me I wake up and pop a pill, that shit cool to me While you was sleepin', I was servin', it was two degrees Let's talk money, that's a language I speak fluently Back in high school, I was trappin', catchin' truancies You was cappin', I was trappin', wrappin' herion in plastic I don't panic, I'm relaxin', I'm in traffic, catchin' action Line my heads up, on lapham' when I'm on the south crackin Nigga try to swipe my action, fully automatic, stamp em Fell in love with my city, I can never leave my home Trapped out apartments right on Pierce, around the corner from the domes My P.O. told me get a job, I got a job, now leave me alone Said she know I'm sellin' drugs by the designers I got on Gave my lawyer fifty K, bailed out for eighty, now I'm broke I was tryna get out the game, but now it's right back to the dope First day out, I'm on Sherman and Capital tryna buy some phones Fuck some hoes, I'ma call my heads and tell em' that I'm home Hey, Jackie, hey, Jan, hey, Paul, hey, Stan I can't be bougie, I even call my heads who call with 8, damn You can't focus on no bitch, you gotta focus on your pape Same hoe you fucked first day or go and lie like she got raped Ain't no pressure on no pussy, drugs the only thing I take Ain't no pressure on no case, you got pape, they go away I hope Dodo win his appeal and they overturn lil Scottie case I can't believe I had the same charge that they did and got away They hit the lights, I hit the gas, ain't goin' back, they gotta chase I got away but caught a case because them pigs had saw the plates Never show no one what you got in yo safe Unless you wanna wake up switchy in your face Niggas gettin' back doored every day My city treat that shit like that shit is okay Tell me, is this ironic or is it strange You take a picture with a gun, then go in the grave Niggas shook my hand and shitted on my name And that's the main reason I fuck niggas' mains I don't take bitches to work cause I got plays I'm sellin' white and sellin' tan and poppin' grays Mike, Mike, why you always poppin' pills Cause I'm in pain Mike, Mike, why they lyin'? I know your name Cause they some lames Mike, Mike, why the judge want you in chains Cause I ain't changed Mike, Mike, why you don't be lettin' new niggas hang Cause they aint gang They aint gang Get that friendly-ass shit out my face If you feel some type of way, just swing Just know the only thing I'm fightin' is a case