Lyrics
Yeah, Brooklyn bandit
And they can’t stand it
I go on tangents
I walk around school like I wrote the textbooks
Walk pass the girls gym givin' em sex looks
Bitin' my style
Y’all n****s the best crooks
Y’all eat the lunch food
I have chefs cook
In a private room
Fed by two chicks
Miss Hyde and Bloom
Yep, two teachers
Now Imma reach ya
Godlike features
None of you can hide
At best you ran by
And I can’t lie
I sit here zonin'
Still ahead of the class
I’m about to show them
Uh, this supposed to be a punishment?
Ha ha ha
My report card
All A’s and B’s
I did get two C’s
Her name was Julie (HA!)
Shorty was a virgin
I hit it in two weeks
Her ex-man is pissed
And now we got beef
I ain’t a twat thief, I’m just magnetic
This lame is 16, and has bad credit
I rock Stabs, he rocks Russ Athletics
So he’s just indebted to let it, slide
Still I can’t lie
I’m zoned out starin' at the lockers
Rap don’t work, I’ll fall back and be a doctor
So damn cool, and y’all I ain’t even popular
Still ahead of the class, I’m about to shock ya
Yo, straight up and down, detention should be like a creative writing class
Man I’ll just get in trouble everyday if Imma come in here and be writin' like
this
I kinda dig this man
Hol-hold on
Jamie Cooley?!
Hold on man, they got the smartest girl in the school in detention
Yo they tried to juice you, this school is gettin' stupider yer by year, I swear
No teacher’s pet, I might pet a teacher
The new one that teach math, she like 23
Plus gorgeous
Soon as I’m 18, I’m on it
Come back postgrad
I’m killin' it, toe tag
She’ll need a new perm, breasts, and four baths
Specks in her hair, yep Von, you’re so bad
Soon as my cap and gowns off Imma floss
Cop it all, what cost?
And make my own boss
Livin' a good life
Math teacher as a wife
Smash it each and every night
In a mansion, I’m dancin'
And I can’t stand when---
It’s time to go back to class already?
Damn, yo can I take detention as a class?
This is fun… can I just like stay here?
Ha ha ha ha…
Whoa whoa whoa, Hold on, money, watch the kicks!