Trap College
Woke up early this morning to catch the 11 clock bus Woulda caught the 12
But a nigga really in a rush see
Writin all these raps in this bus seat damn
I forgot I had to pay a fuckin bill this week
Niggas gettin higher learnin but the life ain't sweet
Down bad in a nursing home can't even go back home
I thug on my lonely so just leave me the fuck alone
Can't blow trees kuz the laws sneaky in my zone
You see my darker skin I'm muhfuckin death and prison prone
Each one teach one
No need for war we are Gods sons
Each one teach one
We don't stick together then we all done
Mama sent me to school without a budget
She told me " if you stay here then you a crab in a bucket,
If you got bad ties then you better fuckin cut it,
I don't care if you don't like it but yo life gon love it"
So I packed my bags and I said fuck it and went to a school
That's steady stealin students fundin
Trap college where 12 steadily nigga huntin
And where Nawf Tyler niggas steady tryna fuck up a sigma function
Niggas jump off the porch in college and land inhearses
Bein black a blessin, Amerikkka taint it with curses
Bitch we born with trauma you hear it in all my verses
This that real lyfe shit laws bussin on sight like a turrets
Blacks separated we have no voice like courage
When niggas stick together we always gon fuckin flourish
Each one teach one
No need for war we are Gods sons
Each one teach one
We don't stick together then we all done
But a nigga really in a rush see
Writin all these raps in this bus seat damn
I forgot I had to pay a fuckin bill this week
Niggas gettin higher learnin but the life ain't sweet
Down bad in a nursing home can't even go back home
I thug on my lonely so just leave me the fuck alone
Can't blow trees kuz the laws sneaky in my zone
You see my darker skin I'm muhfuckin death and prison prone
Each one teach one
No need for war we are Gods sons
Each one teach one
We don't stick together then we all done
Mama sent me to school without a budget
She told me " if you stay here then you a crab in a bucket,
If you got bad ties then you better fuckin cut it,
I don't care if you don't like it but yo life gon love it"
So I packed my bags and I said fuck it and went to a school
That's steady stealin students fundin
Trap college where 12 steadily nigga huntin
And where Nawf Tyler niggas steady tryna fuck up a sigma function
Niggas jump off the porch in college and land inhearses
Bein black a blessin, Amerikkka taint it with curses
Bitch we born with trauma you hear it in all my verses
This that real lyfe shit laws bussin on sight like a turrets
Blacks separated we have no voice like courage
When niggas stick together we always gon fuckin flourish
Each one teach one
No need for war we are Gods sons
Each one teach one
We don't stick together then we all done
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Writer(s): Declavion Mccray
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