Middle school I had to fight for my shit
Cause high school ready to die for yo shit
If you had a problem after it's a fix
We by the bleacher
It's 30 kids in circle we squabbled with no teacher
It's not that they wasn't there it's too crowded the couldn't reach us
It's mud all on my Jordan's
And blood all over my t shirt
On the bus we jokin like how that nigga hit me first
I made it clear I wasn't one to be f*cked wit
But runnin round talkin all of that tough shit
Some niggas take a win and start to jabbin at the jaws
Till a nigga wit some paws holla meet me in the park
I hope you got some bite
Cause thats a whole lotta bark
Now you off the leash out the gate you escape yo remarks
And it's a long bumpy road when ain't got the right car
Should've stayed in yo lane
You should've stayed in park
Some people goin thru some thangs
Mind ya bidness before the start
Suggest you think before you talk
Before you end in some chalk
These dusty road seem longer all alone
I often sit wonder just where I'm going
My options get this money be a bum
In a land where if you speak
They draw a gun
An dr...in the streets of you from
I raised dont be weak and don't get punk
If you get yo ass beat
They beat yo ass when you get home
And they laughed in class when you turn yo back and you run
Lookin back I realize they all was dumb
But that pressure weight a thousand
Climbing mountains it ain't really fun
Better not come home without that starter
Jacket
Used to play ball but couldn't hack it
Started rappin in the back of classes
Now I actually make it happen
To my team I'm captain
But we all gettin a statues
Gone check they stat sheet
We been theses track with no cleats
From bangin on lunch tables
We was jacking for beats
We freestyle in front them hoes
They probably get some cheeks
Straight up
I mean used whine boutta a lot
Not havin a dolla
I'da start facin my problem
Now the pockets hippopata
My motto
Never change for a dolla
Remember life at the bottom
On the corner
Countin change for a dolla
Like let hold some till tomorrow
I'm lacin up these nikes
Learned not to ask for nothing
I did what I need
Now I'm doing what I wanna
Now when they see
They can hear my marijuana
Will Nova - Landmarks Lyrics
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Middle school I had to fight for my shit
Cause high school ready to die for yo shit
If you had a problem after it's a fix
We by the bleacher
It's 30 kids in circle we squabbled with no teacher
It's not that they wasn't there it's too crowded the couldn't reach us
It's mud all on my Jordan's
And blood all over my t shirt
On the bus we jokin like how that nigga hit me first
I made it clear I wasn't one to be f*cked wit
But runnin round talkin all of that tough shit
Some niggas take a win and start to jabbin at the jaws
Till a nigga wit some paws holla meet me in the park
I hope you got some bite
Cause thats a whole lotta bark
Now you off the leash out the gate you escape yo remarks
And it's a long bumpy road when ain't got the right car
Should've stayed in yo lane
You should've stayed in park
Some people goin thru some thangs
Mind ya bidness before the start
Suggest you think before you talk
Before you end in some chalk
These dusty road seem longer all alone
I often sit wonder just where I'm going
My options get this money be a bum
In a land where if you speak
They draw a gun
An dr...in the streets of you from
I raised dont be weak and don't get punk
If you get yo ass beat
They beat yo ass when you get home
And they laughed in class when you turn yo back and you run
Lookin back I realize they all was dumb
But that pressure weight a thousand
Climbing mountains it ain't really fun
Better not come home without that starter
Jacket
Used to play ball but couldn't hack it
Started rappin in the back of classes
Now I actually make it happen
To my team I'm captain
But we all gettin a statues
Gone check they stat sheet
We been theses track with no cleats
From bangin on lunch tables
We was jacking for beats
We freestyle in front them hoes
They probably get some cheeks
Straight up
I mean used whine boutta a lot
Not havin a dolla
I'da start facin my problem
Now the pockets hippopata
My motto
Never change for a dolla
Remember life at the bottom
On the corner
Countin change for a dolla
Like let hold some till tomorrow
I'm lacin up these nikes
Learned not to ask for nothing
I did what I need
Now I'm doing what I wanna
Now when they see
They can hear my marijuana
Cause high school ready to die for yo shit
If you had a problem after it's a fix
We by the bleacher
It's 30 kids in circle we squabbled with no teacher
It's not that they wasn't there it's too crowded the couldn't reach us
It's mud all on my Jordan's
And blood all over my t shirt
On the bus we jokin like how that nigga hit me first
I made it clear I wasn't one to be f*cked wit
But runnin round talkin all of that tough shit
Some niggas take a win and start to jabbin at the jaws
Till a nigga wit some paws holla meet me in the park
I hope you got some bite
Cause thats a whole lotta bark
Now you off the leash out the gate you escape yo remarks
And it's a long bumpy road when ain't got the right car
Should've stayed in yo lane
You should've stayed in park
Some people goin thru some thangs
Mind ya bidness before the start
Suggest you think before you talk
Before you end in some chalk
These dusty road seem longer all alone
I often sit wonder just where I'm going
My options get this money be a bum
In a land where if you speak
They draw a gun
An dr...in the streets of you from
I raised dont be weak and don't get punk
If you get yo ass beat
They beat yo ass when you get home
And they laughed in class when you turn yo back and you run
Lookin back I realize they all was dumb
But that pressure weight a thousand
Climbing mountains it ain't really fun
Better not come home without that starter
Jacket
Used to play ball but couldn't hack it
Started rappin in the back of classes
Now I actually make it happen
To my team I'm captain
But we all gettin a statues
Gone check they stat sheet
We been theses track with no cleats
From bangin on lunch tables
We was jacking for beats
We freestyle in front them hoes
They probably get some cheeks
Straight up
I mean used whine boutta a lot
Not havin a dolla
I'da start facin my problem
Now the pockets hippopata
My motto
Never change for a dolla
Remember life at the bottom
On the corner
Countin change for a dolla
Like let hold some till tomorrow
I'm lacin up these nikes
Learned not to ask for nothing
I did what I need
Now I'm doing what I wanna
Now when they see
They can hear my marijuana
Writer: Trent Williamson
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