Yeah sa ha Yo I'm not a rap n***a I'm more like a counselor For the school of hardknock so I know I found them Grew up selling d** but these ain't over no counter I pull up pistol in the club like we know the bounces Like when my partner had the charger Two tone and I was still trappin off the boost phone I kept a cutie in book bag I sold the ounce by the lockers That's what I call a school zone I was known for the sticky pair of familiar Dropped out but I was never really a failure Around some n***as who sold Izzi Agnazior Ha ha shout out to Sidney Australia But now I just to spit rhymes Still just the same hustler I just switched rhymes I made it big time so I gotta get mines Cause I told my sister no more standing In the wait line