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There, there baby, it's just textbook
in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of up

[XV - 1]
Yeah, three women me
Famous paid me
Not to blow up but sure enough
Cause I aint f-cking
If teachers I was dumb or crazy, or both
hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
In my chair, in my braids, my wasn't waves
Being fly was to the lowest
I would stand on my desk just to see the in a different way
The society of a poet
Homie I'm focused but something that a dude can't prove
I fair, I was damn near invisible at school
So I banged for a minute cause all my n-ggas was
Just me and two of my dudes, blue man
Had dreams of things they said you can't do
Cause everything aint and white, unless you chew bamboo
So I was after big like a toucan dude?
All the while my mamma asking why I'm chewing at
She

[XV - 2]
So why I aint go to
My ultimatum made me say that I know I got it
My n-ggas D's buggin'
on your computer software de-buggin'
But we hardware cause we thuggin'
Now they in the trap house some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I call it empty
plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the making dough like Sbarro's
Then I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the
They banking out on you well, and I don't mean
But even if you leave it try to follow
Baby brother took a charge hotter Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the
Cause say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle
My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his
I told him sit down, this is vital

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Living my life like I'm right in the midst of a fire pit
The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest
In a room the heart of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To a man as I stare at the celiing fan
As a fan of wicked streets
If I gotta eat, I like a metal peice
now, f-ck the police
I'm dealing my cards with on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm throwin' them rocks with a flurry of bullets
You couldn't live your life for the
When I'm foaming at the I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a Buick, finna black out like February
Ay, how blacks do it right?
I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but not working
I'm working them corners Blueprints
cut a L on my first offence
The threw the book at me than said this