[Verse]
Another day at school with bags under my eyes
Wondering why, these slags come to these guys
Who treat em like muck, who maybe beat em and took
All of their pride and these lads are expecting a partner for life
We're going to cla** but not learning the right lessons
I don't think fractions and graphs is life lessons
But when grab hold of this sh** I give mics blessings
With my right hand I write raps with nice essence
And to drop bars, I don't need qualifications
I'm a one off occasion, who doesn't follow a nation's
Population and as long as I've got the patience
I can get somewhere with this rap and got the payments
For the heating bill and not end up on the street to k**
As long as I've got the bars and I got a beat to fill
Teachers bringing the little boy down with the Ds and Es
And he could end up dealing ki's and recieving Gs
Some other rappers aren't as real as me
They only care about being as high as a cieling bes
Teachers bringing the little boy down with the Ds and Es
So he ends up dealing ki's, you feeling me?