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Intro (Ayo, turn me up!) Westport vibes, English class drill— They don’t know the real! Verse 1 I’m in the back of the class, tryna chill, stay low, Her friend tapped her, next thing I know— She turnt up quick, start throwin' that heat, Talkin' wild in my face like she run these streets. I ain’t say a word, but she kept on pressin’, Testin' my patience, guess she missed the lesson. So I clapped back, hit her with the same tone, Now the teacher on me like I broke the throne. Hook She cussed first, but I’m takin' the fall, Teacher actin’ blind, didn’t see it at all. They love to flip the script, put the blame on me, But I’m built for the smoke, this ain’t new to G. Verse 2 Class froze up when I said what I said, Now she actin' shook, tryna play pretend. Her crew hypin’ her, but I’m standin' firm, If you bring the fire, you better not squirm. Teacher cut me off like, "That’s outta line!" But where were you at when she crossed mine? They don’t wanna hear it, just point at me, The one who clapped back, now I’m the enemy. Hook She cussed first, but I’m takin' the fall, Teacher actin’ blind, didn’t see it at all. They love to flip the script, put the blame on me, But I’m built for the smoke, this ain’t new to G. Bridge Now I’m sittin’ in the office, thinkin' 'bout the plot, How I’m always the target when the room gets hot. She out there laughin', feelin’ untouchable, But I’m stayin’ solid, always uncrushable. Verse 3 They wrote me up, said, “It’s about respect,” But where’s the fairness? That part they neglect. Detention again, but I wear it like a crown, You can’t break a king when the kingdom’s around. Springhurst roots, I’ve been built for the grind, Chamberlain taught me how to speak my mind. So I take the hit, but they know the deal, I’m the realest in the room, always keep it real. Hook She cussed first, but I’m takin' the fall, Teacher actin’ blind, didn’t see it at all. They love to flip the script, put the blame on me, But I’m built for the smoke, this ain’t new to G. Outro (Yeah, they don’t know.) Westport drill, English clash— They can’t hold me down. Straight facts, no cap!
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Intro (Ayo, turn me up!) Westport vibes, English class drill— They don’t know the real! Verse 1 I’m in the back of the class, tryna chill, stay low, Her friend tapped her, next thing I know— She turnt up quick, start throwin' that heat, Talkin' wild in my face like she run these streets. I ain’t say a word, but she kept on pressin’, Testin' my patience, guess she missed the lesson. So I clapped back, hit her with the same tone, Now the teacher on me like I broke the throne. Hook She cussed first, but I’m takin' the fall, Teacher actin’ blind, didn’t see it at all. They love to flip the script, put the blame on me, But I’m built for the smoke, this ain’t new to G. Verse 2 Class froze up when I said what I said, Now she actin' shook, tryna play pretend. Her crew hypin’ her, but I’m standin' firm, If you bring the fire, you better not squirm. Teacher cut me off like, "That’s outta line!" But where were you at when she crossed mine? They don’t wanna hear it, just point at me, The one who clapped back, now I’m the enemy. Hook She cussed first, but I’m takin' the fall, Teacher actin’ blind, didn’t see it at all. They love to flip the script, put the blame on me, But I’m built for the smoke, this ain’t new to G. Bridge Now I’m sittin’ in the office, thinkin' 'bout the plot, How I’m always the target when the room gets hot. She out there laughin', feelin’ untouchable, But I’m stayin’ solid, always uncrushable. Verse 3 They wrote me up, said, “It’s about respect,” But where’s the fairness? That part they neglect. Detention again, but I wear it like a crown, You can’t break a king when the kingdom’s around. Springhurst roots, I’ve been built for the grind, Chamberlain taught me how to speak my mind. So I take the hit, but they know the deal, I’m the realest in the room, always keep it real. Hook She cussed first, but I’m takin' the fall, Teacher actin’ blind, didn’t see it at all. They love to flip the script, put the blame on me, But I’m built for the smoke, this ain’t new to G. Outro (Yeah, they don’t know.) Westport drill, English clash— They can’t hold me down. Straight facts, no cap!