10th Grade!
Damn, damn
Woah, aye
Aye, aye
Aye, woah
Walk in the classroom, tired (Tired)
Can't handle the pressure, not what I desire (Desire)
From the first to the sixth and my legs are on fire (On fire)
I can't go out to lunch, got a nail in my tire (My tire)
Heather makes essays and everything dire
Ms. Lundy is lazy and shes such a liar
Head back to the crib, go to sleep like I'm Skyler
Tryna go to Ms. T to leave class, I'm inspired
Assignments and due dates, they all tryna chase me
Just look how the whole grade be hating on Kasey
Tryna speak to Ms. Candan but she do not get it
How come she do P.E. and she not athletic?
And then we got Profe, Motoc on my ass
I can't even do what I want in her class
Despite all the tests and the quizzes I pass
I gotta admit that curriculum trash
At the end of the day, see some lil niggas vapin'
They lookin' for me, already at the station
Niggas all jumpin' Lev, it's a whole situation
You ain't gotta ask, got more songs in the makin'
Why we got three elevators if I ain't feelin' elevated?
Can't get away with shit because our work is "AI generated"
I'm startin' to lose motivation, I'm startin' to feel like I can't be a star
It pisses me off when these niggas be actin' they shoe size, y'all niggas know who you are
The real ones is Jacob, Cloe, Raihanah, Micah, Lola, Bruno, Avery, Aless
Maile, Olivia, Theo, Skyler, Lillian, and Liv, and Will, and Alex
Walk in the classroom, tired
Can't handle the pressure, not what I desire
Instead of my grades, the whole school gettin' higher
Fuckin' hate the security, they should get fired
Give us a break, we just came back from break
How many more projects do we gotta make?
Only fuck with the real, I don't fuck with the fake
How much of the bread you think Abner would take?
Gotta stay on my grind, so I open my binder
She not in this school, guess I still gotta find her
People say I'm a rapper, I'm more of a rhymer
There ain't enough time on the classroom timer
I'm being so serious, no I'm not rich
It's a shame I can't even afford any bitch
But I do have a chain full of diamonds and sediments
Finna get some new earrings but I don't want the hanging ones, they looking gay
Gon' be doing things my way, I speed in the Tesla when I'm on the highway
Getting tired of "You should be doing what I say"
It's the morning again, how the fuck it ain't Friday?
Woah, aye
Aye, aye
Aye, woah
Walk in the classroom, tired (Tired)
Can't handle the pressure, not what I desire (Desire)
From the first to the sixth and my legs are on fire (On fire)
I can't go out to lunch, got a nail in my tire (My tire)
Heather makes essays and everything dire
Ms. Lundy is lazy and shes such a liar
Head back to the crib, go to sleep like I'm Skyler
Tryna go to Ms. T to leave class, I'm inspired
Assignments and due dates, they all tryna chase me
Just look how the whole grade be hating on Kasey
Tryna speak to Ms. Candan but she do not get it
How come she do P.E. and she not athletic?
And then we got Profe, Motoc on my ass
I can't even do what I want in her class
Despite all the tests and the quizzes I pass
I gotta admit that curriculum trash
At the end of the day, see some lil niggas vapin'
They lookin' for me, already at the station
Niggas all jumpin' Lev, it's a whole situation
You ain't gotta ask, got more songs in the makin'
Why we got three elevators if I ain't feelin' elevated?
Can't get away with shit because our work is "AI generated"
I'm startin' to lose motivation, I'm startin' to feel like I can't be a star
It pisses me off when these niggas be actin' they shoe size, y'all niggas know who you are
The real ones is Jacob, Cloe, Raihanah, Micah, Lola, Bruno, Avery, Aless
Maile, Olivia, Theo, Skyler, Lillian, and Liv, and Will, and Alex
Walk in the classroom, tired
Can't handle the pressure, not what I desire
Instead of my grades, the whole school gettin' higher
Fuckin' hate the security, they should get fired
Give us a break, we just came back from break
How many more projects do we gotta make?
Only fuck with the real, I don't fuck with the fake
How much of the bread you think Abner would take?
Gotta stay on my grind, so I open my binder
She not in this school, guess I still gotta find her
People say I'm a rapper, I'm more of a rhymer
There ain't enough time on the classroom timer
I'm being so serious, no I'm not rich
It's a shame I can't even afford any bitch
But I do have a chain full of diamonds and sediments
Finna get some new earrings but I don't want the hanging ones, they looking gay
Gon' be doing things my way, I speed in the Tesla when I'm on the highway
Getting tired of "You should be doing what I say"
It's the morning again, how the fuck it ain't Friday?
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Writer(s): Chris Garrison
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