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There, there baby, it's textbook stuff
in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, it's just stuff
in the ABC of growing up

[XV - 1]
Yeah, women raised me
footwear paid me
Not to blow up but sure enough
Cause I f-cking lazy
If teachers I was dumb or crazy, or both
With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I
In my chair, in my braids, my hair wasn't
Being fly was to the lowest
I would on my desk just to see the world in a different way
The dead of a poet
Homie I'm focused but something that a dude can't prove
I mean fair, I was damn near at school
So I for a minute cause all my n-ggas was crippin'
Just me and two of my dudes, man group
Had dreams of doing things said you can't do
Cause everything aint and white, unless you chew bamboo
So I was after big bills like a toucan
All the while my mamma asking why I'm at school
She

[XV - 2]
So why I aint go to
My mammas ultimatum me say that I know I got it
My said D's buggin'
Stay on computer software de-buggin'
But we holding cause we thuggin'
Now they in the trap house some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I call it empty
With plans to the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the mall dough like Sbarro's
Then I left the hood, f-ck it, don't need the cargo
They out on you well, and I don't mean Fargo
But even if you leave somehow it try to
Baby brother took a charge than Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his up while his eyes are in the bible
Cause they say your mind is idol, it's a toy aisle
My looking at me cause his daddy is his idol
I him sit down, this information is vital

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Living my life like I'm living in the midst of a fire pit
The gang banging and the is the sweetest song
In a room the heart of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I at the celiing fan
As a fan of these streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a peice
Screaming now, f-ck the
I'm dealing my cards with on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of
You live your life for the moment
When I'm foaming at the I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna out like February
Ay, thats how blacks do it
I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and versa
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but not working
I'm working them corners Blueprints
Then cut a L on my offence
The threw the book at me than said this