School Zone

When the dark clouds gather on the horizon
When thunder and lightning fill the sky
Mayor Talib
Flat Pillow Poet Two

Talib in the house
Got votes in the senate
Suit so fly
That I float when I'm in it
Feel good when I spend it
Feel good when I got it
Looking for the real
Feel good when I spot it
Money in the bank
Money in the ceiling
Folk throwing shade
Hoping that I'm catch feelings
Heated cause I'm chilling
Mad that I'm sanguine
Trying to keep my life
Black and white like a penguin
A puffin
No talking or bluffing
Tell me something good
Or I'm walking its nothing
Keep it moving
On to the next town
Nothing open past two
Looking for a check down
No hеsitation
No lag when I peeled
Everything all good
No flag on thе field
Hit the 485
In a coupe all merry
Smelling like citrus
Oops all berries
Folk came to see me
Opposite of Otis
When you put the work in
Folk take notice
Women take pictures
Sending me some invite
Wanting me to come through
Looking for some insight
Wonder who I be wit
Wonder where I chill at
Raised on the east side
That's where I'm still at mostly
I don't wanna feel tied down
Ice cream truck speed
When I go ride round
Drive so slow
Cause my life go fast
Seem like the other day
I was in class
Hanging at the Big I
Rolling with my teammates
Had to hit CiCi's
That's where the team ate
Laugh at the past
Look to the future
We the answer to the question
Who she getting cute for
Life too short
To be running round mad stressed
So I drive slow
Like I'm looking for an address

Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
All this money flashing like the lights that's in a school zone
Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
Seven miles per hour like I driving through a school zone
Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
All this money flashing like the lights that's in a school zone
Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
Seven miles per hour like I driving through a school zone

Talib in the lounge
Got pull so they pays me
All the homies solid
But the bow tie paisley
Queen City raised me
FAMU refined me
Rolling with the winners
It ain't really hard to find me
Don't mind me
Pick up everybody slack
She just had a nice tan
I think everybody Black
I think everybody wack
When I'm in my zone
Showing love in every city
Like I'm in my own
Your boy been known
To talk it like I bring it
I wing it to anyone and everyone
That wanna listen
Been shown
To spit it how I live it admit it
You the like the way the matte wheels just glisten
On Central sipping on a sweet tea
Driving slow enough for you to walk up and greet me
Hi back to the money
Music had me in the red
Now I'm black with money
Folk act kinda funny
When you finally get a buzz
Telling people this and that
Even though it never was
I can tell you what it does
I can tell you what it did
If you really wanna gamble
I tell you how to bid
I can tell you as a kid
I was shooting in the cardboard
East Charlotte All Star
Not a Starlord
Move the car forward
Nice for the evening
Gotta show face
Honk twice when you leaving
Never stop believing
I do my thing
Got the 704
Flowing through my veins
You can view my gains
Take a picture like a tourist
When it comes to luxury
They calling me a purist
Everything original
It gotta be clean
No tinted windows
Gotta be seen
Let the top down
Finna keep this pace
Folk fall back when
They peep this face
I'm not the type of dude

Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
All this money flashing like the lights that's in a school zone
Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
Seven miles per hour like I driving through a school zone
Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
All this money flashing like the lights that's in a school zone
Not the type of dude you wanna try and act a fool on
Seven miles per hour like I driving through a school zone

I would never say that
There's nobody in the game better than your boy
But uh it ain't too many better
You know what I'm saying
It just ain't too many
That goes for the city, the county, the state, the country, the world
It ain't too many
Charlotte, North Carolina up in this thing
704 for life
Mecklenburg County what's good wit it
I'll holla at y'all boys



Credits
Writer(s): Jabari Talib Bodrick
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