[Intro]
Can't take this school shit no more man
Yo, this shit is mad hard, yo
Word, niggas be wildin' and shit, I'm gonna say fuck that shit
And get money with y'all niggas (Check it)
[Verse 1: Jay Royale]
It's Royale the predecessor, Jessica Fletcher
My verbal approach with surgical quotes, Murder She Wrote
As a teen, had a certain thirst for Burbon and coke
Niggas around me kept a burner in coat, was heavy servin' the dope
Will flood the Levis every verse and the [?]
[?] wouldn't be like, gunner you keep under a streetlight
Bacardi lime in my stomach linin'
Developed a hunger for rhymin', pressure turned to a diamond
Understood the assignment and I aced the test
First time seein' my paper stressed, copped the crazy Avirex
Now I got a Christian Dior fetish
We came a long way from meetin' off a corner store credit, check it
This is the good for nothin', book a Justin
Watchin' kids walk the school, but where the streets took my cousin?
Sellin' verses slick as a quart of [?]
We servin' bells to fiends, wearin' quarters for orders of gasoline
Gettin' my team's pockets fatter than scenes
Type of swagger that'll flatter your queen, you even lackin' your scheme
My habitat'll trap a cap to your dreams
To turn 'em into nightmares, how I'ma win when they don't fight wear
Can't take this school shit no more man
Yo, this shit is mad hard, yo
Word, niggas be wildin' and shit, I'm gonna say fuck that shit
And get money with y'all niggas (Check it)
[Verse 1: Jay Royale]
It's Royale the predecessor, Jessica Fletcher
My verbal approach with surgical quotes, Murder She Wrote
As a teen, had a certain thirst for Burbon and coke
Niggas around me kept a burner in coat, was heavy servin' the dope
Will flood the Levis every verse and the [?]
[?] wouldn't be like, gunner you keep under a streetlight
Bacardi lime in my stomach linin'
Developed a hunger for rhymin', pressure turned to a diamond
Understood the assignment and I aced the test
First time seein' my paper stressed, copped the crazy Avirex
Now I got a Christian Dior fetish
We came a long way from meetin' off a corner store credit, check it
This is the good for nothin', book a Justin
Watchin' kids walk the school, but where the streets took my cousin?
Sellin' verses slick as a quart of [?]
We servin' bells to fiends, wearin' quarters for orders of gasoline
Gettin' my team's pockets fatter than scenes
Type of swagger that'll flatter your queen, you even lackin' your scheme
My habitat'll trap a cap to your dreams
To turn 'em into nightmares, how I'ma win when they don't fight wear
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