textbook stuff

hey there baby

it's just textbook stuff

it's in the abc of growing up

hey there baby

it's just textbook stuff

it's in the abc of growing up

yeah

three women raised me

famous footwear paid me

not enough to blow up but sure enough

cause i ain't fucking lazy

if teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

or both

with hopes of being a nas or jay-z

i smoked

in my chair

in my braids

my hair was always

being fly was priority to the lowest

i would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

the dead society of a poet

homie i'm focused but that's something that a dude can't prove

i mean fair

i was damn near invisible at school

so i banged for a minute cause all my niggas was crippin'

just me and two of my dudes

blue man group

had dreams of doing things they said you can't do

cause everything ain't black and white

unless you chew bamboo

so i was after big bills like a toucan dude?

all the while my mamma asking why i'm chewing at school

she said. so why i ain't go to college

my mammas ultimatum made me say that i know i got it

my niggas said d's buggin'

stay on your computer software de-buggin'

but we holding hardware cause we thuggin'

now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed

and all this snow

i call it empty sorrow

with plans to reach the end even if i had to start slow

sold cd's in the mall making dough like sporrows

then i left the hood

like fuck it

don't need the cargo

they banking out on you well

and i don't mean fargo

but even if you leave somehow it try to follow

baby brother took a charge hotter than lebron and rondo

tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

cause they say your mind is idol

it's a devils toy

my nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

i told him sit down

this information is vital

look. living my life like i'm living right in the midst of a fire pit

the gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song

in a room with the heart of a violin

don't violate my patience

i'm waiting

to kill a man as i stare at the celiing fan

as a fan of these wicked streets

if i gotta eat

i steal like a metal peice

screaming now

fuck the police

i'm dealing my cards with jokers on 'em

you can disown him or stone him

i'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of bullets

you couldn't live your life for the moment

when i'm foaming at the mouth i'm as sharp as the teeth showing

i'm in the back of a black buick

finna black out like february

ay

that's how blacks do it right?

i cut off my ears before i hear your advice and vice versa

i'm screaming for help as loud as i can but that's not working

i'm working them corners like blueprints

then cut a l on my first offence

the judge threw the book at me than said this.