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

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

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

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