Skool Daze Songtext
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Skool Daze Songtext
[Intro:]
Paint that picture real quick
That public school bullshit I went through or whatever if you want to call it
Understand where I′m coming from
School daze in this mother fucker
[Verse 1:]
Vick and Mohammed told me ride on these niggas
I told them stop it, that's a problem cause I fathered these niggas
You see a lot of these niggas, just is part of my vision
They got rich up off my image, what they gonna do when I switch it
I got bitches on bitches, cause my penmanship pimpin′
Fuck a pen man my mind is a palette, fuck around turn a track to a picture
Hol' up, this art class for them trap doors and react to it
I was out there when them packs moved, but never got to it cause I had school
That's a fact too, my class full when I had to
No gym class for your bitch ass, you can get cut up with a number 2
Come through with that gun too, how a rap nigga make me uncomfortable
Nigga wouldn′t believe it only me and a teacher
Up in woodshop class without a tool
Just another nigga with an attitude
Slingin′ adderall to a latitude
Couple blacks and latins, I was astronaut, then when the spaceman jump man I need the loot
Short bus on the way to school, hoes puttin' this game to lose, but I came to won
Went to school with some cold-blood niggas, I ain′t finna be scared of y'all, God damn
[Hook:]
A few shinin′ stars know exactly who you are
Be your shinin' star
[?]
[Verse 2:]
Every intention to ride on these niggas
Eatin′ free lunch Monday through Friday just like all of these niggas
But I ain't tryna grow up like all of these niggas
But I ain't tryna be in wars with all of these niggas
I′m a blend in, I′m a get in where I fit in, I'm a do me
See some white kids in the hallway, they get all A′s but they do E
Truthfully as far as shootin' fouls I was 2 and 3
My record doe, they respect it doe, cause them group home niggas was just too deep
And we was too deep, and it′s a big difference
Niggas talkin' bout bullies I saw children on dippers
Mothers is strippers, trouble was frequent
Survival of the fittest, weaklings don′t make it a weekend
And to think these rappers still tryna scare somebody
Still never hit a body, wrote a million songs about it
And meanwhile I'm the shit like a fully-functioning somersaulting porta-potty
'Til I′m off to college
School daze
[Hook]
Paint that picture real quick
That public school bullshit I went through or whatever if you want to call it
Understand where I′m coming from
School daze in this mother fucker
[Verse 1:]
Vick and Mohammed told me ride on these niggas
I told them stop it, that's a problem cause I fathered these niggas
You see a lot of these niggas, just is part of my vision
They got rich up off my image, what they gonna do when I switch it
I got bitches on bitches, cause my penmanship pimpin′
Fuck a pen man my mind is a palette, fuck around turn a track to a picture
Hol' up, this art class for them trap doors and react to it
I was out there when them packs moved, but never got to it cause I had school
That's a fact too, my class full when I had to
No gym class for your bitch ass, you can get cut up with a number 2
Come through with that gun too, how a rap nigga make me uncomfortable
Nigga wouldn′t believe it only me and a teacher
Up in woodshop class without a tool
Just another nigga with an attitude
Slingin′ adderall to a latitude
Couple blacks and latins, I was astronaut, then when the spaceman jump man I need the loot
Short bus on the way to school, hoes puttin' this game to lose, but I came to won
Went to school with some cold-blood niggas, I ain′t finna be scared of y'all, God damn
[Hook:]
A few shinin′ stars know exactly who you are
Be your shinin' star
[?]
[Verse 2:]
Every intention to ride on these niggas
Eatin′ free lunch Monday through Friday just like all of these niggas
But I ain't tryna grow up like all of these niggas
But I ain't tryna be in wars with all of these niggas
I′m a blend in, I′m a get in where I fit in, I'm a do me
See some white kids in the hallway, they get all A′s but they do E
Truthfully as far as shootin' fouls I was 2 and 3
My record doe, they respect it doe, cause them group home niggas was just too deep
And we was too deep, and it′s a big difference
Niggas talkin' bout bullies I saw children on dippers
Mothers is strippers, trouble was frequent
Survival of the fittest, weaklings don′t make it a weekend
And to think these rappers still tryna scare somebody
Still never hit a body, wrote a million songs about it
And meanwhile I'm the shit like a fully-functioning somersaulting porta-potty
'Til I′m off to college
School daze
[Hook]
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
