School Days

I don't listen to a bitch I just pivot quick Quit the test before I started it Hard work they demanded it I wrote my name on the front and I hand it in I am at the finish and you are at the start I am on my shit you an even on part The world still spins the way I want it If I get caught slipping I keep the profit All these goals that I set I'm topping Spinning like a top spin yo She wetter than the mop so I gotta grin Style out my mind so my girl pick it up She walking by my side so she lost Trade in my life for a higher cost You not living you a dieing boss We are in town wit the back up More weed than a farm tractor Sell it than I quickly stack up Oh ya Mulisha asking when's the next track out About to crack down on any bitch in our way Step back or get the full array When it come to this thing called rap Im a fiend for this shit Like the gat on my hip is a fiend for a clip In the days of the past was a fiend for a sip Packing two mike's of liquor on a school band trip Grade 12 9am was already on sauce Teachers never called me on it Man I felt like a boss Cuz honestly what the f*ck were they ever gone tell me My skin colour is white they would never expel me Oh ya 02 dodge truck wit the chrome Cruising round looking for lil bitches to drive home Oh ya Aux cord with the iPhone sounding like a rock show Cops show windows down alpine on Laugh about it then but nowadays its regret Shouldn't have skipped so many days and tried harder on tests Its back breaking work till the day that I die And I hope coming soon just between you and I