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There, baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of up
There, there baby, it's textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of up

[XV - 1]
Yeah, three women me
footwear paid me
Not enough to blow up but sure
I aint f-cking lazy
If teachers thought I was or crazy, or both
hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
In my chair, in my braids, my wasn't waves
Being fly was to the lowest
I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a way
The dead of a poet
Homie I'm focused but thats that a dude can't prove
I fair, I was damn near invisible at school
So I for a minute cause all my n-ggas was crippin'
Just me and two of my dudes, man group
Had dreams of doing they said you can't do
Cause everything aint black and white, unless you chew
So I was after big bills like a dude?
All the while my asking why I'm chewing at school
She

[XV - 2]
So why I go to college
My mammas ultimatum me say that I know I got it
My said D's buggin'
Stay on your computer software
But we holding hardware cause we
Now they in the trap with some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I it empty sorrow
With to reach the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the making dough like Sbarro's
Then I the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the cargo
They banking out on you well, and I don't Fargo
But if you leave somehow it try to follow
Baby brother took a charge hotter Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his head up 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 is his idol
I him sit down, this information is vital

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Living my life like I'm living in the midst of a fire pit
The banging and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room the heart of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To a man as I stare at the celiing fan
As a fan of these streets
If I gotta eat, I like a metal peice
Screaming now, f-ck the
I'm dealing my cards with on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm them rocks back with a flurry of bullets
You live your life for the moment
When I'm foaming at the I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out February
Ay, thats how blacks do it
I cut off my ears I hear your advice and vice versa
I'm screaming for as loud as I can but thats not working
I'm them corners like Blueprints
Then cut a L on my offence
The judge threw the at me than said this