Connected Mcgraw Hill Com Lesson 3
For future hoopers dead from Rugers shooting through the empty alley. My big homie died young; just turned older than him. Maybe I just gotta get suspended more? I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes. The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace. I got a bitch but she know. Chance, you have done remarkable and wondrous things, so you don't have to tell me thank you for anything. I could win an oscar, russian accent husky. Slap-happy faggot slapper. And the money ain't yours. I'm the motherf*cking f*cker, f*ck a niggas f*cking dumb. Chance:] Thank you, love you. Iraqi rocket launcher. But I still f*ck with you, you just ain't never heard.
Poppy fields of that popeye. That's why I stay on petty. And I'm afraid that this one right here. Ooh your mama hate me. Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum. See them showing they teeth, that's just them flapping they gums. I got the juice, I got the juice (yup). But when it looked you in the eyes it ain't. Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed. Still a chain smoking.
I just faced a vega. Leave in the AM, on the road again. Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper. She was a phony goalie. All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you. Ima still watch my bros. That's a f*ckin' rhombus. Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack. Work, work, work, work, bang nigga, bang. How many lab partners have I f*cked since I got suspended? She ain't left yet, but she probably came. Daddy wouldn't let you if he ever met me.
What's better than Letterman, Leno, Fallon, and all the above. And we back and we back. And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young. The album feel like '92. Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote. I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit. Back, acid in my hat. Pimp slapping, toe taggin. With bad bitches, put them aside, I used to be thirsty creeping. Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie. I ain't really help the helpless. All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag. So I ain't tryna go out at all. My stars, egad, she said: "this my favorite song".
If you ever actually hit me, better watch out for my brother. And then everybody wanna dip. From peelin' banana splits back. Trip 'shrooms and lucy. I think we addicted.
They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit. Is dialing up your darling just for calling her up. I'm so def, I ain't ever heard nothin'. You're ending happy that's only a tugging. They merking kids, they murder kids here. Who smokin' in my car? Yeah me mad petty, Yeah me bogus. Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch? And then act humble. There ain't nothing better than falling in love. Thanks for coming guys. Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth. This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam.
Shoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lie.