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I gotta put these little rappers back to school, Back to school. I'm the bully in the park, Take your lunch, I want the loot. So I gotta put these little rappers back to School, back to school. I'm the teacher in the Class, no more lunchin', it's the rules. So I gotta put these little rappers back to School, back to school, uh. So I gotta put these little rappers back to School, back to school. Question. Question, yeah. If I'm the best inside of this Class, will I ever make a pass? I'm at the top, they claim to be better, But know that they stink way more than my Ass. So I went to school with one the Bag, but I didn't want to beg. So I started a job then doing my math, They study the stars, no astronomy there. I study the codes, I study the ends, receiving No calls like I ain't got a plan. I went from the fakes, I went from the Gram, about to elevate, I don't wanna land. They see the hate, he's raising a hand, you Just in my class and you not a friend. They wanna fight, they jump out the sand, and I got a second, they still act vain. No more breaks for you niggas. Taking things slow but your only focus on these Damn strippers. Failing math, what the fuck do you Even know about these figures? You can't rap, I got bars, nigga, my bars Strong, codeine pills. Now sit back down 'cause I'm Your teacher. put these little rappers back to School, back to school. I'm the bully in the park, take your lunch, I want the loot. So I gotta put these Little rappers back to school, back to school. I'm the teacher in the class, no more lunchin', It's the rules. So I gotta put these little Rappers back to school, back to school, uh. So I gotta put these little rappers back to School, back to school, yeah. Look, I came in late like I always do, Only difference I'm at work to do. I'm well aware of all the shit that's new, That's some assignments that I never do. See, I do not rap like these mumbles do, But I might do one to out-mumble you. A little pump, hit a little jump for some Jumping jacks, plenty substitute. It's been a year, I'ma switch a gear, see The work I put no one could substitute. I'm elevated with a deeper root and I get Innovative when I bring the fruit. You wanted some, I can give you some, but You bring the game so I know it too. You put the work, tryna live your part, and You gon' pass knowing what you do. I gotta put these little rappers back to school, Back to school. I'm the bully in the park, Take your lunch, I want the loot. So I gotta put these little rappers back to School, back to school. I'm the teacher in the class, no more lunchin', It's the rules. So I gotta put these little Rappers back to school, back to school, uh.
Mars & Mercury, Simba — B.T.S.
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