inglewood high
Singer:d smoke
'bout to school these niggas like only i could in this bitch
here by myself and i still got the whole hood in this bitch
claiming new stomping grounds
gon' leave my whole foot in this bitch
ankle-deep and it's painful
my handkerchief is a spangled banner
with the blood of black sons of slaves
painting people's depictions
made me the true nigga that i am today
walked the halls with no pass
held my balls when i laughed
my older brother sang and sir chose to ball for his pass
i chose to get perfect grades and catch fades in the grass
seven gang was the clique
it wasn't no blood or no crip
was more like fraternity ties mixed with bare knuckles and clips
my big homie saw something in me
said fuck hitting licks and pistols
your test scores gon' hit the lick with pencils
they said wasn't a problem
i sent that application they said