Gang
Real trim baby, man, brought out them weapons
(LamarcusJ all on the beats now)
Fo´ sure (But he ain´t livin´)
Ayy, you know when you went to the O

These facts (Yeah)
You weren´t all ´round

Soon as I walk in that class I smell like reefa
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 I don´t play soccer, yay
What is that stench coming from yo´ locker?
Don´t worry about that, just stay out of my business
´Posed to be in Mrs. Manning, but I skipped to Mrs. Gilbert
Hold up, let me play calling, let me sneak out the building
Say, go to car, gotta meet ´em at Philly
Bell finna rang, let me get back to Izzy
Supposed to be doing my work, but my fingers be itching

I just can´t sit still, gotta hop up and get it
Say, I just get to that green like my first name was ribbit
´Fore I walk back to school, hit the blunt, spray twice
Just smoked a gram, so I gotta get right
Eyes real low and tight
Walk in that class, teacher say, "Boy, you high as kite"
I told Mr. Brent I´m high as a flight
He say, "Just do your work, you´ll be alright
I´m thinking, "I´m tryna sneak, shoot dice"
Ayy, ain´t talking math, tryna bet on a 6-8
One roll 6´s, don´t move, that´s my pape´
I´m over here eating, I ain´t even grab the lunch tray
Hold up, I hear Kevs chains, better dip, there go Miss Drake

Now I buy one, tryna get through the rest of the day, still might catch me a play
I got ear phones in, and there go Miss Hudges, 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
Ayy, ain´t tryna cuff, I´ma make her a team player
Hood baby, I don´t eat lunch, I´m at Green Acres
Ayy, I dont play, baby, you can ask coach V
Tryna get off this zip before 3
Remember that Cobalt, ridin´ ´round four deep
How was you lame in school now you so street?
George, been had the walkie, knew you was gon´ be the police

Ayy, but it´s cool ´cause he ain´t act gangster, get it?
What I´m sayin´ just be yourself
Lot of fake, not a lot real left
And I´m one of the last one left
I got class work, paper in my pants right now
Ayy, before you love someone else, you gotta love yourself
I know someone´s who was sitting in the class, in the cell
I know someone´s who was sitting in class and ain´t here
You ain´t gotta try to fit in, just be who you is
Patty ending was beefing, for real
If you ain´t real, you can´t stand next to me
Real n f*** with me, R.I.P. Teddy P
Get that monyun combo, sloppy, with extra cheese
Knew I was gon´ get rich, I use to work at Burger King

My partner ain´t graduate, but he got a first degree
I hove the spot much I got my bachelors
I ain´t play football, but that pack, I´ma tackle it
In the field house, I´m slamming like wrestling
Girl Scout cookies have you gasping
I´m talking white owls and swishers, no backwoods and zaza
I know you high if you hopped out of my car
I play Guitar Hero, knew I was a Rockstar
You mix black with that ´act, no wock´, wock´
Webby´s, Boosie´s, Dickies, Coogie´s, and I can´t forget ´bout the Reeboks
Say, I can forget ´bout 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, p

Been had that fire, you can ask Mr. Guns
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 break dance, this one of them ones
Ayy, I can´t forget, we was thuggin´ in Scott´s class
My pockets was thin, but now I got thot pants
I hit the bud, take you home
The glizzy a iPad, that in just in case lil´ buddy want act bad
Know these lil´ boys show out for these females
Better stop ´fore I send some´ to your email
She say, "Yay", but you ain´t none´ with that sh** on you
It´s Friday, she acting like Ezell
That P stand for pussy, boy, you ain´t no player
At his neck like a turtle, better go in your shell

Got my wrist in the pot like I´m staring Rotell
You better keep you a AK or you gon´ fail
I can´t get caught skippin´, I´m slicker than jell
´Fore you get you a ring, you gon´ take you some L´s
If that phone keep ringing, then I´m doing well
I can´t get off the zip, I got saved by the bell