Board of Education

She sucked it until it's throbbing call that a headache
Killed your partner for that dope now that's dead weight

And I'm from Alabama
If you didn't know that
Where they giving out my time than a Rolex

And it ain't always twelve

It'll be that nigga right beside you
It ain't no game he gone seek and they gone hide you

Let me educate you stack that paper like a binder
You can be ruler, dodge the pen, add and time numbers

Let me school you
Let me school you

Let me school you
Let me school you

This Dior's Christian I must be heaven sent
The Palm of the Angels like I'm the reverend
The Fearing Of God essential lettering
The show like Letterman

Eighth Avenue veteran
yes it's free little Terry and
Yea I'm in Mobile with Silk but got a white bitch from Saraland

Now I'm in my city watching Kionni kill the whole team
That's my little cousin she the girl version of Kobe

Twenty four will gone get you an exotic bow
You can probably spend eight and get you some lows today

Just gone a play it safe
We got hell of purple punch and no it ain't no featherweight
On the wrong road had to try to find a better way

Fuck her leave her house like it's abandoned I can't never stay
Did this in timely fashion got the juice no Minute Maid
Keep a white hoe do this for Dr. King and segregation

I'm always medicated
Like Weezy I'm dedicated
The top is one of my destinations
I think I finally made it

Smoking Georgia Pie fucking with my eyes I feel like Ray Charles
I hear y'all names and suddenly getting crying like why they take y'all

This shit for all people in the sky until that day come
I do this for my hood, still rest in peace to Trayvon

Niggas talk like hoes have them at your door like Avon
I got purple lines and I ain't talking no crayons

Never send a shot out to no man if you can't take one
Momma told me take care of your child if you make one

I remember watching porn hub looking at centerfolds
Sitting on that rack and I ain't talking bout for hanging clothes
Laundry day was yesterday so in the snack I'm ranging clothes

I don't wanna go back

They giving out jersey numbers I ain't talking no throwbacks
If you getting cheese man that shit there must be low fat

You ain't got no stacks

These niggas is down and out I'm talking about four flats
You been telling so if you have kids that's more rats



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Writer(s): Brendon Smith
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