Yeah

[Intro: student 1 & letmode]
You ready bro?
You ready bro?
Bro I'm fucking ready
Are you fucking ready bro?
I'm fucking ready for this shit

[Verse 1]
Big bag bound
I'ma just be high right now
My sight like my mind
Broke and awry right now
Figured out the figure 8, they on 21
Like "I Stevie Wonder why" right now
On that what a guy, how can I know what am I
When I dunno what I'm by right now
Drag all day, drag all day
I'ma just go chill up in a bag all day
List of enemies to bag and tag all day
Way too fucking busy for the gags y'all play
Sorry buddy
I don't even want that clout
I don't even want your dap
I don't want you looking at me uh
I don't even want that chain
Member never wanting that a-
-ttention that be bookin at me UH
Student 1 tend to be on, make any enemy gonе
Every day with the sauce likе Prego!
Yuh
Scribble out all my dope, make any ditty a dub
Foes break fast like Eggo!
Yuh
Ain't come for the befriending, I don't wanna blend in
To it all
I ain't a gecko uh
Been big dog from the get-go uh
Gunning for the gold better let go uh
I'm 6-5-1 & 1-2 repping till a nigga farewell huh
I found a home in the havoc
Steady stay round where you don't dare dwell huh
Ain't no exits you can run through
L-sidestepping like "student 1" done grew
Used to link up with all my mistakes till times up
Don't look back
You cannot undo
Ooh!

[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
I stay in chaos
At where you don't wanna be
Where trust don't exist
Where it's too many a wannabe
Uh
Unlike stu, sell out when the art sell
Put the mask on never play the part well
Puffing OG gas like a fart smell
Juul'd up with the work I feel like I'm a cartel
Competition like comics uh
Marvel at the word in my psalm
Talk real wild you niggas cap calm
Can't talk at the moment "I gotta trap mom"
Sorry I meant to say that "I gotta rap mom"
She say "it's a lotta trouble I'm sensing"
Looking at the boy like Bart Simpson
I said "it's the ¡Ay, caramba! when the pen swing"
Uh
Struggling on the trek and tryna cope
I was in them drugs I was losing hope
I can't talk bout that like I'm out the cut
I'm still holding me back and down below
It's too easy to misstep on that slope
I cannot play with that shit I know
Say that then still do so
Doubling back like trouble still with me
Okay
Now it's 1.7 in my sock
Plus 15 milligrams in me okay
Gritty caught nitty, for the time
Being before anybody ever tried to feel me
I show thoughts, no control
Anti-unscathed, never show my toll
Rather bestow many a trick of my trade
And learn to "pick up the pace"
Than to slow my roll
Hey

[Hook]
YEAH
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