freestyle

Verse 1: Ayy, I’m runnin’ through the halls, got my gang wit me Teachers not lookin, they show respect, Sneakin' out the class, we breakin’ all the rules, Passin’ notes in the back, playin’ like we fools. Got the new jordan 4s on, see the envy in their eyes, Catching all the hats, man, I’m claimin’ my prize, Late nights in the trap, gotta hustle for the grind, Stayin’ true to myself, never fallin’ behind. Verse 2: Lunchroom flexin’, yeah, we stackin’ all the snacks, Talkin’ big game, but they can’t handle facts, Life’s a test, but I’m acin’ every page, Bad as hell in school, just a young street sage. Pop a couple tags, you know I’m livin’ fast, Catchin’ vibes, no lie, I’m built to last, From the block to the books, I’m the one they can’t ignore, Bad as fuck in school, but I’m ready for more.