First Day of School (Freestyle)

As a man, you an afterthought until you get your dough up
The bitch you lockin' lips with, the same bitch gettin' throat fucked
The hen dawg thing got me buggin', I'm finna throw up
I hope the hoe got shit to do, she bet not blow my phone up

We be on that hot shit with any willing participants
He said he got that Crackers pack but jit shit brown like Timberlands
If you think that I'll do a fucking front then you're a simpleton
He think that I be with the beef shit, hell nah, we flippin' him

I paid a lot for this so I cannot go out for what it's worth
If a bitch cheat on me, I swear innocent people gon' get hurt
I felt dumb as fuck, boy I was in 9th grade and I had failed the PERT
My fashion proper, I be fly as hell, the hoe had stole my shirt

Oh, oh, oh oh, He look suspicious, take him out
At your bitch crib every day, like a paper route
I macked down, she wasn't having it, long dick is what she taking now
I'm smoking all this damn loud, I look blasin' now

Rasheed Wallace, C.J. McCollum, I'm Blazing now
I'm smoking on some top shelf, so I'm facing now
Richard Pryor, these niggas jokes, fuck a knob I'm kicking doors
I don't know who listening so I gotta keep my voice low

The hoe capped out, she can't take dick, that's why she tellin' me go slow
I got a busy schedule, I'm finna take my grown ass home
I got other shit I could be doing with my time
If a bitch in my vicinity, I break her spine

I got a zip of piss, that bih make feel wine and dined
I roll a dub, I pop a Percocet, it got me feeling fine
Percocet, Percocet, I can't feel my spine
Percocet, Percocet, it's fuckin' up my mind
Told my niggas be patient, because they know we on our grind
It's gone take some time to geek up how we want but we'll be fine

That's it, nigga I don't got no more, you want some more, you gon' have to contact my manager
Better ask about me



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Writer(s): G.p. Dejean
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