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Produced by Nottz (Intro) Yea, uh, look Paint that picture real quick, you know what I’m sayin? That public school bullshit I went through or whatever if you want to call it You know Understand where I'm coming from School daze in this mother fucker Look, yea (Verse 1) Vick and Mohammed told me ride on these niggas I told them stop it, that's a problem cause I fathered these niggas You see a lot of these niggas, just is part of my vision They got rich up off my image, what they gonna do when I switch it I got bitches on bitches, cause my penmanship pimpin' Fuck a pen man my mind is a palette, fuck around turn a track to a picture Hol' up, this art class for them trap doors and react to it I was out there when them packs moved, but never got to it cause I had school That's a fact too, my class full when I had to No gym class for your bitch ass, you can get cut up with a number 2 Come through with that gun too, how a rap nigga make me uncomfortable Nigga wouldn't believe it only me and a teacher Up in woodshop class without a tool Just another nigga with an attitude Letras de cancionesSlingin' adderall to a latitude Couple blacks and latins, I was astronaut, then when the spaceman jump man I need the loot Short bus on the way to school, hoes puttin' this game to lose, but I came to won Went to school with some cold-blood niggas, I ain't finna be scared of y'all, God damn (Hook) A few shinin' stars know exactly who you are (Be your shinin' star, be your shinin star) A few shinin' stars know exactly who you are (Be your shinin' star, be your shinin star) A few shinin stars (Verse 2:) Every intention to ride on these niggas Eatin' free lunch Monday through Friday just like all of these niggas But I ain't tryna grow up like all of these niggas But I ain't tryna be in wars with all of these niggas I'ma blend in, I'ma get in where I fit in, I'ma do me See some white kids in the hallway, they get all A's but they do E Truthfully as far as shootin' fouls I was 2 and 3 My record doe, they respect it doe, cause them group home niggas was just too deep And we was too deep, and it's a big difference Niggas talkin' bout bullies I saw children on dippers Mothers is strippers, trouble was frequent Survival of the fittest, weaklings don't make it a weekend And to think these rappers still tryna scare somebody Still never hit a body, wrote a million songs about it And meanwhile I'm the shit like a fully-functioning somersaulting porta-potty 'Til I'm off to college School daze (Hook) A few shinin' stars know exactly who you are (Be your shinin' star, be your shinin star) A few shinin' stars know exactly who you are (Be your shinin' star, be your shinin star) A few shinin stars (Outro) Nah, never let nobody tell you can’t do it nigga Ambition for life yea Fuck fame, fuck money Fuck everything, anyone could trade for me Swinging hard to make money You niggas reaching down keep loving dough Fuck fame, fuck money Fuck everything, anyone could trade for me Mr. TryinaBe, let it go Ralph, Folarin From Letras Mania