ok skool

Bro you don’t go ol skool You’re just an old fool Who thinks he’s cool But is not Ain’t got shit See I got whatever you want Believe me I got a lot Pot to pills like hydros Xanax and Addie’s I blaze on fresh buds It’s like I harvested your gran daddy Don’t be mad at me If I wasn’t apart this rap game Damn … man. Yo you know that’d be a tragedy Sorry I’m on here killin’ it You can call yourself a casualty You can call me your majesty I keep it ok skool Call me the rap king You’re just a peasant that had a dream I’ll make your head spin Or make your head ring If you’re not already The style that I bring