Gang, real trench baby man, straight out that West

For sure, but he ain't livin'

Ayy, you know, you went to the O

These facts (Yeah)

If you was round when I was round

Soon as I walk in that class, I smell like reefer

Dope boy swag, I'm fresh than my teacher

No we can't kick it, 'cause this ain't FIFA

And yeah, I ball, but don't play soccer

Yay

What is that stench coming from your locker

Don't worry about that, just stay out of my biz

Post to be in Mrs. Manning

But I skipped to Mrs Gilbert

Hold up, a play called, let me sneak out the building

Say go to Carver, gotta meet 'em off Finley

Bell finna rang, let me get back to Ensley

Supposed to be doing my work, but my fingers be itching

I just can't sit still, gotta hop up and get it

I say I just get to that green like my first name was ribbit

I walk back in school, hit the blunt spray twice

Just smoked a gram, so I gotta get right

Eyes real low, and tight

Walk in that class he just say "Boy, you high as a kite"

I told Mr. Brantley "I'm high as a flight"

He say "Just do your work, and you'll be alright"

I'm thinking, I'm tryna sneak, shoot dice, ay

Ain't talking math, tryna bet on a 6 8

One roll, sixes, don't move, that's my pape

I'm in here eating, I ain't even grab a lunch tray

Hold on, I hear keychain, better dip there go Miss Drake

Now I buy one tryna get thru the rest of the day, still might catch me a play

I got ear phones in, and there go Miss Hutchinson

Gotta go me a whole nother way

Say, I turn the corner, see shawty with shape

Hop down on her, now she got me late

Her boyfriend a athlete, but lil' baby like hood guys

I'm from the trenches, but he from the good side

Ain't tryna cuff, I'ma make her a team player

Hood baby I don't eat lunch, I'm at Green Acres

I don't play, baby you can ask Coach V

Tryna get out this zip before 3

Remember that cobalt riding around four deep

How you was lame in school, now you so street?

George been had a walkie, I knew you was gon' be the police

Ay, but it's cool cause he ain't act gangster (Get it)

What I'm saying just be yourself, lot of fake, not a lot real left

And I'm one of the last one left

I got classwork paper in my pants right now

Ayy, love someone else, gotta love yourself

I know someone's who was sitting in class in the cell

I know someone's who was sitting in the class who ain't here

He gotta try to fit in, then be who you is

Pratt and Easley was beefing for real, you ain't real, then you can't stand next to me

Real **** fuck with me, RIP Teddy P

Get that monyun combo, sloppy, extra cheese

Knew I would go in get rich when I worked at Burger King

My partner ain't graduate, but he got a first degree

I hold the spot so much, I got my bachelors

Ain't play football but that pack, I'ma tackle it

In the field house, I'm slamming like wrestling

Girl Scout cookies, yeah you gasping

I'm talking white owls, and swishers, no backwoods and zaza

I know you high if you hopped out of my car

Back when I play Guitar Hero, knew I was a Rockstar

Used to wear the black with that act, No wok wok

Webby's, Boosie's, Dickies, Coogie's and

I can't forget about the Reeboks, say

I can't forget about the all white sneakers

Walk in the hall, but I'm fly as a eagle

'Member we was clowning, me and Demetrius

Know you can't stand me, so sit in the bleachers

Been had that fie, you can ask Mr. Gun

My homie ain't play sports, but he on the run

My partner ain't play band, but he had a drum

This stick make you breakdance, this one of them ones, aye

I can't forget we was thugging in Scott class

My pockets was thin, but now I got thigh pads

I hit the button, take you home

The glizzy a iPad, that just in case lil' buddy wanna to act bad

Know these little boys show out for these females

Better stop 'fore I send some to your email

She Like "Yay, boy you over there with that shit on you"

It was Friday she acting like Ezell

That P stand for pussy, boy you ain't know player

At his neck like a turtle, better go in your shell

Got my wrist in the pot like I'm stirring rotell

You better keep you an AK, or you gon' fail

I can't get caught skippin' I'm slicker than jell

Before get you a ring, you gonna take you some L's

Long as that phone keep ringing, then I'm doing well

I can't get off the zip, I got saved by the bell