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

[XV - 1]
Yeah, three raised me
Famous footwear me
Not enough to blow up but enough
I aint f-cking lazy
If thought I was dumb or crazy, or both
With hopes of a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
In my chair, in my braids, my hair waves
fly was priority to the lowest
I stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way
The dead of a poet
I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't prove
I mean fair, I was damn near at school
So I banged for a minute cause all my was crippin'
Just me and two of my dudes, blue man
Had dreams of doing things they you can't do
Cause everything aint black and white, unless you bamboo
So I was after big bills a toucan dude?
All the while my asking why I'm chewing at school
She

[XV - 2]
So why I go to college
My mammas ultimatum me say that I know I got it
My n-ggas D's buggin'
Stay on computer software de-buggin'
But we holding cause we thuggin'
Now in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I call it empty
With to reach the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the mall making 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 somehow it try to
Baby brother took a charge hotter than and Rondo
Tryna keep his head up while his are in the bible
they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle
My nephew at me cause his daddy is his idol
I him sit down, this information is vital

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Living my life like I'm living right in the midst of a pit
The gang and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room the heart of a violin
violate my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I stare at the fan
As a fan of these wicked
If I gotta eat, I like a metal peice
Screaming now, f-ck the
I'm my cards with jokers on 'em
You can disown him or him
I'm them rocks back with a flurry of bullets
You couldn't your life for the moment
I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, black out like February
Ay, how blacks do it right?
I cut off my before I hear your advice and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not
I'm working corners like Blueprints
cut a L on my first offence
The judge threw the book at me said this