Public School

Ooh, shit

I be on the West wing
Double-parked and hanging out the 5%, five-four
Starting arguments soon as the flight come in
Starting five pull up, she caught with my shooters you know she rides the bench
Whoa, I hope that's not your bitch, common sense come in and stop

She saw me pull out prints, ain't tell me pull out since
My OG pulled out Benz, Young bull ain't pull out since
I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit
But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed
I got the -, I got the -, I got the -

So many things on the table I need to relax (my niggas eating enough)
So many shooters in that booth be boomin' on tracks (but not when we're linking up)
Uber on E, Gas Lamp Zone, in The Mall Deep, half them broke
Freak that came across the map bent over, cream my name 'til her accent gone
I got it in right, riot incite when I'm in sight
Been tight, got the pen striped before the pin stripes
Don't get in your feelings when you hear me yelling fuck you
It's not an insult, it's an invite

Call your bluff, shawty puff, random niggas love to call me "Bruh"
LA women love the way I talk, I just think these bitches talk too much
I'm 30 thousand up (God damn) heard we're popping now her shirt keep popping up
30 bodies in, they out of it hit, 30 counties they have been wilding since
Compressed complexion on complexes
And got a compilation list of more accomplishments
If double X-L don't get me on their scholar list
Columbine, niggas get their column bent

Ask Lil Debbie where the downers went
Couple stuffed in plain bags on the low though
Smuggled smuts from Tecate on the road
That could suck a fucking name tag off of Joe Blow (what shit)
Stuff the rubber pack, bust another lap, bust a nut and nap
Hustled up from packs, shuffled up to tracks, fuck it run it back

Could she saw me pull out prints, ain't tell me pull out since
My OG pulled out Benz, Young bull ain't pull out since
I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit
But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed, shut the fuck up

I came up, trapping drugs and tools front your public school
The game done changed, I have been a humble dude, I just don't fuck with you
Rush that 'cause that hit the club in boost, they're like my running shoes
Cut the lines 'cause cut it that's dumb confused, like who the fuck are you on BLANCO?
Take a picture 'fore them niggas rob you for your phone and wallet in a hot zone
Froze account and while my mom convinced that I'm enrolled in college
I got colleges bumping, balances jumping, thousands of dollars in Cali on nothing
Model chick ripping my clothes to pieces, bio still say she's my stylists or something

I don't even fucking ask no more
Buncha bitches out the Oddysey tryna see
Which one to claim when they're asking bull
And which one I'ma claim on my tax report
Hella pool to pick, I have been mailing you the brick
Tell 'em every verse dope, you can smell it through the zip
Playing felon with the talents, ain't available for shit
What the tenement and internet ain't tell 'em who it is

I'm the future baby, deuce a raised me
They don't make 'em like they used to baby
Clumsy than them dudes she used to dating
Drop her dumb ass at the blue street station
Oops Se Daisy
Two-tree balling, two seats off with two-three yawning
Groupies who don't usually party
Changed her mind as soon she saw me

Pull out prints, ain't tell me pull out since
My OG pulled out Benz, Young bull ain't pull out since
I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit
But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed

Pull out prints, Young bull ain't tell me pull out since
I tell you pull outfit, 'em tell me pull outfit fit
I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit
But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed