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feat. Chance Fischer
Produced By: Sammus
VERSE 1 (Chance Fischer)
VERSE 2
So you got a bag
With some heels in a size nine
Wow, pop a tag
Big deal, hereâs a high-five
Quick niggas feel me
Iâm bright like a highlight
So Iâmma rap about
Some real shit in my life
Iâm awake, getting dressed
Even though itâs hard to plan
Upstate got me stressed
So I grab a cardigan
TI-83 plus in the backpack
A big screen on the front
I graph math
Hoes in a class that I passed
Itâs a flashback
Donât be staring at me mad
Like I passed gas
I got my headphones
Blinders on, ready, set
And when the bell gong
Iâll be gone, headed back
At the crib, write a paper
Then I send it in
Do a favor, cue the mic
Iâm âbout to get it in
When I finish up
I take a sip of hennessy
Then I let that Sammus record
Spin and spin again
VERSE 3
I told you once Iâm a fly nerd
Donât forget it
This semester Iâmma grind hard
Twenty credits
Iâmma give you a reminder
Donât forget it
Iâm a vernacular designer
Now Iâmma let it
Sink in, youâre a kid in the adult swim
Go home, be alone like a Culkin
I wouldnât play
You might get burned like a Bunsen
Spittin flame
From your girl like Iâm Dhalsim
Got a brain, keep my wallet in my pocket
Only big lames let they money do they talking
I ainât playing no games if you faking Iâm walking
If you getting low grades, my walking become jogging
I turn away shut âem down like they Firefox
They will never get my name or a time slot
But brainy babes they can come and play at my spot
Yup they can stay âtil itâs late like itâs I-hop