Public School

(album: Keep In Touch - 2019)

I be on the
West wing, double parked and hanging out the 5%
Five four, starting arguments soon as the flight come in
Starting 5 pull up, she caught with my shooters you know she rides the bench
Whoa, I hope that's not ya 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, Youngbull ain't pull out since
I let them pull out rent, Spent on they 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 though
So many shooters in that booth be boomin on tracks but not when we linking though
Uber on E, Gas Lamp Zone
In The Mall Deep, Half Them Broke
Freak that came across the map bent over
Scream my name until 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 ya 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, 000 Up! (Goddamn!) heard we popping now her shirt keep popping up
30 bodies in, they out of it. Hit 30 county's they been wilding since
My compressed complexion on complexes, and got a compilation list of more accomplishments
If XXL don't get me on their scholar list then columbine, them niggas get their column bent
Shit, ask Lil Debbie where the downers went, it's still a 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
Ohhh shittt!
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

She saw me pull out prints, Ain't tell me pull out since
My OG pulled out Benz, Youngbull ain't pull out since
I let them pull out rent, Spent on they whole outfit
But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed
Shut the fuck up!

I came up. trapping drugs & tools front your public school
The game done changed, I been a humble dude, I just don't fuck with you
I rush that cause that hit the club in boost, they're like my running shoes
I cut through cause in lines that's dumb confused, Like "Who The Fuck Are You?
That's 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 my stylists or something
I don't even fucking ask no more. Buncha bitches out the Oddysey, trynna see
Which one to claim when they asking bull & which one I'ma claim on my tax report
It's a hella pool to pick, I 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
More clumsy than them dudes she used to dating, drop her dumb ass at the blue street station
Oops Se Daisy
2-3 balling, 2 seats off with 2, 3 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, Youngbull ain't pull out since
I let them pull out rent, Spent on they whole outfit
But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed
I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed

She saw me pull out prints, Ain't tell me pull out since
My OG pulled out Benz, Youngbull ain't pull out since
I let them pull out rent, Spent on they whole outfit
But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed
I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed