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

[XV - 1]
Yeah, women raised me
Famous footwear me
Not enough to blow up but sure
Cause I aint f-cking
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 hair waves
fly was priority to the lowest
I would stand on my desk just to see the in a different way
The dead of a poet
Homie I'm focused but thats something that a can't prove
I mean fair, I was damn near at school
So I banged for a minute cause all my n-ggas was
Just me and two of my dudes, man group
Had dreams of doing things said you can't do
everything aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo
So I was after big bills like a toucan
All the while my asking why I'm chewing at school
She

[XV - 2]
So why I go to college
My mammas ultimatum made me say that I I got it
My said D's buggin'
Stay on your software de-buggin'
But we holding cause we thuggin'
Now they in the trap with some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I it empty sorrow
With plans to reach the end if I had to start slow
Sold in the mall making dough like Sbarro's
I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the cargo
They banking out on you well, and I don't mean
But even if you leave somehow it try to
Baby brother took a hotter than Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his head up his eyes are in the bible
Cause they say your is idol, it's a devils toy aisle
My nephew looking at me cause his is his idol
I told him sit down, this is vital

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Living my life like I'm living right in the midst of a pit
The gang and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room with the of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I stare at the fan
As a fan of these streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a 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 couldn't live life for the moment
I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna out like February
Ay, thats how blacks do it
I cut off my ears before I hear advice and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not
I'm working them corners like
Then cut a L on my offence
The judge threw the at me than said this