Verse 1:
Yea you know I hydrate
Water on the come up
Lifes filled with hate
Too many guns and rappers that can't relate
Keyboard gangsters with stories for days
Im just living in a daze trapped
In a maze
Smoke weed without haze and what you got aids
Point proven one can say sh*t and others will believe it
If you sound intelligent then they will conceive it
I just talk the way i feel
No need to try so hard to stay real
Been in the field but now im in a suburb
Nice hoods with jocks and cheerleader love birds
I want to leave i want to leave so bad
But the fact that i can't leave is what makes me mad
Yea that sh*t is hella rad
Nah its just raps of thoughts i've always had
f*ck this sh*t i ain't got no girlfriend
Just some thots who already got a boyfriend
Man i feel so pretentious or am I just too relentless
Done with phony friendships leave me before you tear my heart grips
Hook:
Muthaf*ck a classroom
Muthaf*ck a whole school
Verse 2:
Muthaf*ck a classroom
Muthaf*ck a whole school
I say that aloud my mom calls me a f*cking fool
71 Paxtown you can picture me rollin
Bike handles gripped hard just strollin
A white boy simply ridin down the street
Down to Terror Town where nothing is sweet
Its all Blackstones and GDs
Foes and Vice Lords
Top it with some cobras and you got my hoods drug lords
I was raised pick and choose one
Either way your gunna die by the gun
I just wanted to play basketball with Deonte
But now Deontes dead and I find myself cracking treys
I wondered if i would move out some day
Now i moved out but my life still f*cked to this very day