School Of The Streets Lyrics

Welcome to the school of the streets, nigga Class and motherfuckin' session

Fresh out, poppin' percs just like usual To see the sun without no shackles on feel

Beautiful Twenty-three hours a day trapped in a cubicle

You probably don't know what that'll do to you

I can't wait to get back to how I used to be

Superchargers on my cars, hoes usin' me

Grits two hundred a piece if you usin' B

All this forty dollars a gram, shit new to me

I wake up and pop a pill, that shit cool to me

While you was sleepin', I was servin', it was two degrees

Let's talk money, that's a language I speak fluently

Back in high school, I was trappin', catchin' truancies

You was cappin', I was trappin', wrappin' herion in plastic

I don't panic, I'm relaxin', I'm in traffic, catchin' action

Line my heads up, on lapham' when I'm on the south crackin

Nigga try to swipe my action, fully automatic, stamp em

Fell in love with my city, I can never leave my home

Trapped out apartments right on Pierce, around the corner from the domes

My P.O. told me get a job, I got a job, now leave me alone

Said she know I'm sellin' drugs by the designers I got on

Gave my lawyer fifty K, bailed out for eighty, now I'm broke

I was tryna get out the game, but now it's right back to the dope

First day out, I'm on Sherman and Capital tryna buy some phones

Fuck some hoes, I'ma call my heads and tell em' that I'm home

Hey, Jackie, hey, Jan, hey, Paul, hey, Stan

I can't be bougie, I even call my heads who call with 8, damn

You can't focus on no bitch, you gotta focus on your pape

Same hoe you fucked first day or go and lie like she got raped

Ain't no pressure on no pussy, drugs the only thing I take

Ain't no pressure on no case, you got pape, they go away

I hope Dodo win his appeal and they overturn lil Scottie case

I can't believe I had the same charge that they did and got away

They hit the lights, I hit the gas, ain't goin' back, they gotta chase

I got away but caught a case because them pigs had saw the plates

Never show no one what you got in yo safe

Unless you wanna wake up switchy in your face

Niggas gettin' back doored every day

My city treat that shit like that shit is okay

Tell me, is this ironic or is it strange

You take a picture with a gun, then go in the grave

Niggas shook my hand and shitted on my name

And that's the main reason I fuck niggas' mains

I don't take bitches to work cause I got plays

I'm sellin' white and sellin' tan and poppin' grays

Mike, Mike, why you always poppin' pills

Cause I'm in pain

Mike, Mike, why they lyin'? I know your name

Cause they some lames

Mike, Mike, why the judge want you in chains

Cause I ain't changed

Mike, Mike, why you don't be lettin' new niggas hang

Cause they aint gang

They aint gang

Get that friendly-ass shit out my face

If you feel some type of way, just swing

Just know the only thing I'm fightin' is a case