Idk - Mrs. Lynch, Your Son Is The Devil lyrics

[Intro skit: voices] Hi Mrs. Lynch, this is Mrs. Zubrod I'm calling from Deerfield Elementary about your son Jason Um, I've been having a few concerns just about his ability to focus in cla**, there are some options that I've briefly discussed... Uh, Mrs. Lynch, this is Mr. Bailey, Jason's fifth grade teacher I'm calling cause I'm very concerned about your son... Mrs. Lynch, this is Principal Reynolds, calling again for the third time, please give us a call back as soon as you can, uh Jason has been suspended from school again, and it's becoming a real problem for the kids... Hi, this is Stacey, the total for this case will be 7,550 dollars. Please give me a call back... [Intro] I can't take it, I can't take this sh** no more I can't take it, I can't take this sh** no more I can't take it, I can't take this sh** no more I can't take it, I can't take this sh** no more I can't take it, I can't take this sh** no more I can't take it, I can't take this sh** no more I can't take it, I can't take this sh** no more You gon' be bad forever Forever, forever n***a you gon' be bad forever Forever [Verse: IDK] Who the realest? Who the gangsta? Who the k**a? Who that n***a? Who the trillest? Who the shooter? Who got shot? Who survived? Who diminished? Who the witness? Who detective? Who the medic? Who the dead? Who arrested? You the dead, you the lesson We survived, we ain't stressin' I was tryna live it I was tryna be it I live with my mother and stepfather, both have degrees, was heated Went the college route But I doubt that I'm going to college now I was tryna be flyer than Batman So I got me this strap, man And I started stealing and turned into Robin now I'm just a middle cla** n***a who's cla** was a mixture Of them spellin' bee winners and them PG k**as Flop flop flop flop Hit your a** with bananas they gorillas Knock knock knock knock At my door, asking me to come and kick it I was different, see my family distanced me, but I was curious The mystery of chilling down the street, knowing I shouldn't be Was lit to me and that's the reason why that I am literally The only one to go to jail in my family's history A good-home-I-don't-give-a-f** trap n***a Steal the strap from my neighbor's safe, blap blap n***a They gon' still throw my a** in the jail with the k**as At the end of the day, I'm a young black n***a I'm a good-home-I-don't-give-a-f** trap n***a Steal the strap from my neighbor's safe, blap blap n***a They gon' still throw my a** in the jail with the k**as At the end of the day, I'm a young black n***a [Outro] Who's that knocking? Who's that knocking at my door?