High School (Bonus Track)

Big Mac, Big Sack, Like This, Like That Big Man on Campus, I'll be Right Back Like Mike, Like Max, My Life, My Fight Menace Mo' business in the beginning But hoes stupid But ended up bein a chemist 24/7, Dev, my nigga committed Classmates Ended up as my roll dog I showed him how to live How to ball till we fall Harder it is, make you much smarter dog Follow instructions, changed up the dialogue Manifest, no stress Life is a big test Will you fail? Or will you pass? Smoke grass, trim trees Tryin to find some air to breath Messed up, please baby, baby please Diplomas, Gowns, Caps and Degrees These are necessities In life ya need Some gone and did it Focus, Committed 15 years later, the year a nigga finally did it Now who's to say in life is up, slow down? And when you get up, you gotta get down. And when you get up, look around And don't frown on the ones that down Just give 'em a hand It's like mix and fixin up pots and pans Listen up, I'm poppin up like rockin the band No playin, all from the heart to the hand We gon roll it, smoke it, and do it again. I'm the apprentice Back on my pimp shit Roll it, puff it, now give it to him Physical fitness Smokin' relentless Nouns and pronouns, they make up my sentence High School days. Blowin on the purple haze High School days. Blowin on the purple haze And you know everywhere that we go if it's there for its Mac then we blow it by the O Niggas know me for rollin' the OGs on someone low key, twistin a whole bush And if I got it, then you can get it; it's on us Smoke so much product that they prolly give me my own kush We blow it by the zone Break down, blow it at a bone Take you to my crib and show you how to roll, bro And my pockets lookin kinda swole Me and Mac smoking Grade A on a roll Now all of the teachers on us They can have contact cuz I keep diplomas Car automatic don't need the key to start it Know it's us juzt cuz of the weed aroma Lookin for me, nigga, I'm in the tree department With a doobie rolled up in a secret compartment Tryin to finish up this speech and get my diploma So I can a career where my OG can harvest And my niggas can ball I'm talkin so much weed that there's shit in the walls It start growing the spring and get picked in the fall I'm used to goin to every class, but I'm missin them all Fuckin with Mac, smoking spliffs in the hall Singing this song like Niggas know me, blowin on the OG Niggas know me, blowin on the OG Niggas know me High School Niggas Dev and Mac, Mac and Dev Put it in a Zag Put it in a Blunt Do what you want