Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
Mac hardware, with the barstools
Just to settle in, in the basement
Bro Set up shop, it was makeshift
Spitting different flows
Rapper shape-shift
From the mud bottom, no pavement
But the ground work was amazing
Hounds hurting
Do a remix
Double back
Go and save em
Play it in the whip, See if it gon hit
Now it's more than entertainment
We ain't even on the same ship
That's a slave yacht, with the chain Grip
On my own wave, and my boat paid
With a drip gauge. you can't attain it
Plight, planned in passion
Lights, camera, action
Taxing, on my mental
Social media be hacking
Ain't on my schedule
Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
After I get the bag
Get to laughing, It's rather simple
No tragic event could happen
When you rocking, my dimples
The treachery, I trespassed it
Black skin Magic, matchstick
Mansa musa spazzing in booth
With the cash shit
Spitting out boof, if you get it
Imma dopeboy
That's too true, I'm too nice
That's crucial
Who knew, I
Slipped through the cracks
Like, water in rocks, Hotter the block
Reganomics
Set up stage for the cops
New England, native
I behave in the manner, you not
Slaying, no playing
I should get paid
For this food for of thought
F*ck you thot
Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
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Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
Mac hardware, with the barstools
Just to settle in, in the basement
Bro Set up shop, it was makeshift
Spitting different flows
Rapper shape-shift
From the mud bottom, no pavement
But the ground work was amazing
Hounds hurting
Do a remix
Double back
Go and save em
Play it in the whip, See if it gon hit
Now it's more than entertainment
We ain't even on the same ship
That's a slave yacht, with the chain Grip
On my own wave, and my boat paid
With a drip gauge. you can't attain it
Plight, planned in passion
Lights, camera, action
Taxing, on my mental
Social media be hacking
Ain't on my schedule
Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
After I get the bag
Get to laughing, It's rather simple
No tragic event could happen
When you rocking, my dimples
The treachery, I trespassed it
Black skin Magic, matchstick
Mansa musa spazzing in booth
With the cash shit
Spitting out boof, if you get it
Imma dopeboy
That's too true, I'm too nice
That's crucial
Who knew, I
Slipped through the cracks
Like, water in rocks, Hotter the block
Reganomics
Set up stage for the cops
New England, native
I behave in the manner, you not
Slaying, no playing
I should get paid
For this food for of thought
F*ck you thot
Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
Mac hardware, with the barstools
Just to settle in, in the basement
Bro Set up shop, it was makeshift
Spitting different flows
Rapper shape-shift
From the mud bottom, no pavement
But the ground work was amazing
Hounds hurting
Do a remix
Double back
Go and save em
Play it in the whip, See if it gon hit
Now it's more than entertainment
We ain't even on the same ship
That's a slave yacht, with the chain Grip
On my own wave, and my boat paid
With a drip gauge. you can't attain it
Plight, planned in passion
Lights, camera, action
Taxing, on my mental
Social media be hacking
Ain't on my schedule
Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
After I get the bag
Get to laughing, It's rather simple
No tragic event could happen
When you rocking, my dimples
The treachery, I trespassed it
Black skin Magic, matchstick
Mansa musa spazzing in booth
With the cash shit
Spitting out boof, if you get it
Imma dopeboy
That's too true, I'm too nice
That's crucial
Who knew, I
Slipped through the cracks
Like, water in rocks, Hotter the block
Reganomics
Set up stage for the cops
New England, native
I behave in the manner, you not
Slaying, no playing
I should get paid
For this food for of thought
F*ck you thot
Forget, what ever they told you
Fabricated by old school
Fabricated it, old news
Educated streets new rules
Penalties, never pinned me in
Ditched, school for the pro tools
Writer: tariq charles
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid