The Season Prof

(Verse 1)
Born in the ghetto, Young white boy
Not a dolla dolla bill but a momma that'll work for it
Hard boy with a soft side, seen a little bocka bocka (bang bang)
Life on the southside
My views have changed from where I came from
When you seen a man die right under the same sun
I ain't a G, I ain't ride or die
But I will knock a mother fucker out if he try
So eat off me, I'm running a crew
I ain't hard but I'm willing to bet I'm harder than you
Some of the best people that I've met in life
Push weight and come home at night to kiss their wife, yeah
Ain't it funny how the world can go?
Haters last year be at the front row of the shows
I've seen time fly, slowly
I've let people forget what they owe me
I ain't saying that I'm O.G. but I bet you know me
I'm the dude people know closely
Mr. Wan, Obi-done-Kahobi, Prof's on the mic
If there's better, just show me

(Hook)
Run along now boy
Start thieving, (AA-OOH) it's season. (x4)