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Uh, hmm Alright, alright, alright, I got this Chill out, bro, shut up, shut up What seems to be the problem, Mr. Ocifer? It's Ash Wednesday, we're just off to church Yo son, save the small talk, I just caught the word That two kids on the road stolen lots of herb With all due respect that a cop deserves I'm at a loss for words, well that'll cause concerns A little birdy through a tip and y'all fit the description And plus the car reeks loud like the woofers be hitting, so where is it? Okay, I give in, thank my parents and religion If I spill it gonna need my rap forgiven See me I'm on this rarely snitching, but sergeant just listen There's a professor who made his mission cultivating Citgo, this man's a real sicko Making all the kids grow for diploma quid pro Trying to make them quarterback the pack into the end zone Not sure about his end goal but I had to score first Behind the lines I hit the spot up, Kyle Korver Heh, I guess it's easy as that Son, I applaud your two cents kid, ain't no nickelin' that You sold the plug so I ain't charging you for being a rat In fact, keep a nug or two but I'll be taking the pack Better haul ass 'fore I switch it's sick I'm letting you go Better watch your six 'cause I got blue for all the black on the road Letras de cancionesAin't meaning skin, I'm talkin' hue of your clothes Now y'all be safe 'cause I ain't saving no ghosts I just be making 'em, so get to the road What the hell happened? It all got so drastic Just from me binging and skipping these classes Focused on puffing, not passing It lead me to capping to captain who highjacked the package And jettisoned me Now the tank is back on empty Hope the word don't reach the students, know they'll all resent me Greed's an Insta-model occupation's strictly tempt me Blame that bitch for all the envy in the Gen-Z So what demand's a little zenny, Mr. Teddy Talk Birky's with the peppy walk, lager's with the heavy froth While he's reading Karl Marx, hoping we don't move to Mars 'fore we CPR ours Might just know it all on some Nardwuar Yo, these stupid little kids, dumbasses I'm out here doing lord's work while they're cutting classes And sagging their pants acting like damn bastards, I had to daddy 'em But I'm a nice guy, I let 'em go without attackin' 'em Now I got their pack and opened that and saw a new hue This ain't like some shit you see on screens, it's like some voodoo I'm lifted off the smell alone, station said return but now I'm yearning for the pheromones What the fuck I care for? I bleed blue Still ain't get my share of finer things that I can see through This shit probably easy to grow I'll get some cheap dudes to keep you growing to trees and sell you for a steep due Ayo, I'm loving what this greed do, man One-two click in this gone Gotta think quick 'fore I slip and it's done I'ma do right while I do what's wrong If I take this hit I'ma blow that bomb With the greenhouse in shambles and the retrohash now in the hands of an ill-intentioned megalomaniac, Professor Roth has been forced to cancel his class From Letras Mania