CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : t(-_-t)
I don't want me no lame hoe
You should know by now
My whole school wanna burn me down
I wanna burn my whole school down
I been having dreams 'bout it 'bout 5 weeks now
I got 8 classes, got a bunch of hoe-ass teachers
None of 'em support my passion
"Rap ain't selling, rap ain't selling
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap ain't selling"
Y'all can yell that "rap ain't selling"
Imma be the best mothaf**kin' thing to happen
To the whole world [?]
Hoes twerking all on the wall
How the f**k did I end up in [?]
Got a brand new bag, got a bomb and all
I just waited for the mothaf**kin' Toots cigars
Soon as one of you n***as tick me off
Please flick me off
Imma run up in the principal's office, have his wife just beat mе off
Y'all eating marsala, [?] 6 years old
Like mothaf**kеr, lick my toe
My school's something that I can't control
17 years old, middle finger to your soul
I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down
My life keeps turning around
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down)
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (My life keeps turning around)
Don't worry if I'm cold or not
You ain't bring your pot now
I'm standing in the parking lot, my hands are freezing, seize her side
Jesus need to see the boy
'Fore I break out that Nina, boy
Change her for no reason, boy, my principal gon' kill me
My teacher said ain't no skipping, boy
But imma skip the f**king knife and grab the heat and leave her, boy
On the ground bleeding, boy, I'm screaming, boy
Killing for no reason, boy
See what the f**k done happen when you let me with them negroes, boy
Kill 'em, boy
Kill 'em, then I wrap 'em up
f**k you think I'm rapping for?
Making f**king classics, for this ain't no f**king album cut
Walking down the halls and sh*t
I am too [?] for this
You are too [?] for this
All of us too [?] for this
Red on the wall
Burn this motherf**ker down
See me [?] in case I gotta get loud
Y'all know why we [?] now
Quit playing with your time
Or put the Glock to my dome, send me, send me, send me on
I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down
My life keeps turning around
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down)
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (My life keeps turning around)
It's just that simple
Bought a black trenchcoat
Started blasting rounds in the crowds of students
Counted truant, but I wasn't
Smoking blunts, I was discussing with the devil
"If I do it, will you love me more?"
Cut into these f**king whores with them hollow points that I was looking for
Satisfy this thirst for gore
Lettuce tearing through their f**king lungs
As my hatred bubbles up
I grab a gun, attach a drum, and ask 'em for more guts and blood
Snap, now I'm the coldest kid
Mrs. Teacher, b*t*h, you 'bout to get your throat unzipped
What's worse than a lonely kid with more loads of loaded clips than friends
No common sense, and half a mind to tear you all to strips?
I'm off the sh*ts, I don't even feel compassion
Imma tell you f**kers now, you ain't gon' make it to your classes
Kicked in the door and started blasting
Everybody screaming, nobody knowing what's happening
And then this Tec reminds me the cops and feds won't find me
If I press it to my f**king head, taste a bit of searing lead
I wonder how the cops decide to handle suicides, G
You should know by now
My whole school wanna burn me down
I wanna burn my whole school down
I been having dreams 'bout it 'bout 5 weeks now
I got 8 classes, got a bunch of hoe-ass teachers
None of 'em support my passion
"Rap ain't selling, rap ain't selling
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap ain't selling"
Y'all can yell that "rap ain't selling"
Imma be the best mothaf**kin' thing to happen
To the whole world [?]
Hoes twerking all on the wall
How the f**k did I end up in [?]
Got a brand new bag, got a bomb and all
I just waited for the mothaf**kin' Toots cigars
Soon as one of you n***as tick me off
Please flick me off
Imma run up in the principal's office, have his wife just beat mе off
Y'all eating marsala, [?] 6 years old
Like mothaf**kеr, lick my toe
My school's something that I can't control
17 years old, middle finger to your soul
I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down
My life keeps turning around
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down)
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (My life keeps turning around)
Don't worry if I'm cold or not
You ain't bring your pot now
I'm standing in the parking lot, my hands are freezing, seize her side
Jesus need to see the boy
'Fore I break out that Nina, boy
Change her for no reason, boy, my principal gon' kill me
My teacher said ain't no skipping, boy
But imma skip the f**king knife and grab the heat and leave her, boy
On the ground bleeding, boy, I'm screaming, boy
Killing for no reason, boy
See what the f**k done happen when you let me with them negroes, boy
Kill 'em, boy
Kill 'em, then I wrap 'em up
f**k you think I'm rapping for?
Making f**king classics, for this ain't no f**king album cut
Walking down the halls and sh*t
I am too [?] for this
You are too [?] for this
All of us too [?] for this
Red on the wall
Burn this motherf**ker down
See me [?] in case I gotta get loud
Y'all know why we [?] now
Quit playing with your time
Or put the Glock to my dome, send me, send me, send me on
I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down
My life keeps turning around
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (I'm gonna burn this b*t*h down)
Kill me, kill me, kill me, f**king kill me (My life keeps turning around)
It's just that simple
Bought a black trenchcoat
Started blasting rounds in the crowds of students
Counted truant, but I wasn't
Smoking blunts, I was discussing with the devil
"If I do it, will you love me more?"
Cut into these f**king whores with them hollow points that I was looking for
Satisfy this thirst for gore
Lettuce tearing through their f**king lungs
As my hatred bubbles up
I grab a gun, attach a drum, and ask 'em for more guts and blood
Snap, now I'm the coldest kid
Mrs. Teacher, b*t*h, you 'bout to get your throat unzipped
What's worse than a lonely kid with more loads of loaded clips than friends
No common sense, and half a mind to tear you all to strips?
I'm off the sh*ts, I don't even feel compassion
Imma tell you f**kers now, you ain't gon' make it to your classes
Kicked in the door and started blasting
Everybody screaming, nobody knowing what's happening
And then this Tec reminds me the cops and feds won't find me
If I press it to my f**king head, taste a bit of searing lead
I wonder how the cops decide to handle suicides, G
