Sabbath School (Original Mix) lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, uh
Oh (Uh)

[Verse 1]
First off, f*ck broke n*ggas with gold teeth
And them fat f*ckers who wear skinny jeans
All proceeds go to the foundation
For dumb hoes who need more money for new weed
Pot smokers need more cash for weed
sh*t, my Netflix broke, man, I can't watch Blue Streak
Put your hands in the sky, my brother
If you took a test high and passed with flying colors
Cosmogramma, I don't need your spell check
Just ensure mymoney's good, n*ggas can you spell “check”? (Check!)
I’'m on some "f*ck your life" sh*t, ever since they turned my Aquarius to a Pisces
Now I'm flip-floppin' through these zodiac signs
Trying to find the one that understands I'm a liar
Another day in thе life of a n*gga who thinks that every chick is a wifеr
But I had this one b*tch (Yeah?)
But f*ck it, I had to leave her man (Why?)
I found out the b*tch was a Mac Miller fan
Me and that n*gga go together like black b*tches and natural hair
This ain't cracker rap, don't go there
Bible said don't put no gods before me
So comparing me to anyone is blasphemy
So I'mma keep rapping circles around these Eminem wannabes
As long as Rick is gay and the government is taxing me
I hate n*ggas with white girl problems
Here's a memo, dude, hip-hop does not like you
When you gettin' chased out of your class, come and see me (Okay)
When you can't afford no food on your table, come and see me (Okay)
When you're redneck deep in a sea of confederate flags
And your own f*cking dad accused you of being a [gnikcuf gaf] (Dude)
f*ck! (No no no, don't say that! Don't f*cking say that!)
sh*t, motherf— damn!
[Verse 2]
Put up or shut up, pus*y ass n*gga, get your nuts up
You better get up, get out, and get something my man
But, oh, you suck at real life, motherf*cker, stick to 4chan
Here's the floor plan
Get money and buy enough minks to skin a PETA fan
Flyer than Peter Pan, born in the era of records from Aaliyah
And angry beavers, pre-sheen
Gimme a scene, best believe I seent it
My f*cking girl left me for a paraplegic
Now you think that makes me feel
When I'm at home jacking off, waiting for a deal
Bragging about my size, no escape for me
I don't puff blacks, nor smoke weed, watching TLC
'Till I found out the n*gga with the biggest di*k looks like somebody from the cast of Glee
Huh? (Haha!)
I'm foolish, I'm atheist, I'm crazy
I'm completely racist, I hate you, b*tch
You gotta understand, in order to be a man
You need a man, and I just never had the chance
Wasn't really rich, but not poor
Just somewhere in the middle, classify me as ignored
What the f*ck is a food stamp, you never had a crouton?
Mommy won't face me, n*ggas trying to shake me
Paris Hilton hates me and only Jesus can save me, right? (Right?)
You believe me, right? (Yeah?)
Hands up if you live your life wrong
And you let the song finish to get a play in your iPod
In my head, yo, I'm cooler than a b*tch
But in reality, you ain't sh*t
I ain't sh*t, we're all fools
Just a couple of things I learned in Sabbath School (sh*t)