Purple Juice

High school At High school I was a mess Breaking rules and dodging class At the tuck shop with the gang roll up weed we smoking grass Put my life on the test I guess it was a trig adding up like it’s math’s I knew to god I had plan On 5 and put the prayer on my hands Every morning we bought a bag that shit wouldn’t take a sec and we all started rolling While the teachers on the chairs warming they ass on the office sipping coffee Hood niggars on check thugs around the block they all fucken know me toilet filled with filters I was the only niggar around school who’s dating sisters putting Jesus witness I was High on exam I couldn’t play with my physics Jump mail with my niggars speaker so loud can’t keep up with the lyric Nobody gave me trouble cause in the street they knew I was a genius Walking like I’m flexing drag on a joint pulled it like it’s tension I hate coming home late niggar on trouble and I was caught on detention Lazy for homework
Busy chasing after girls but I was blocked on voicemail
lining up on the court
first it’s a prayer than a playlist on gospel Black and white what I was dressed in but the school was fucken racist. I hated getting up of bed and going out and buy bread
if it was a school day I’ll woke up late instead
grab the milk and pour it over the instant
Stir it up and drink it as milkshake
I done a lot by self Studied , thought and ate lunch by myself
I even without the respect I put books on the shelf
cracked up like a shell
I wrote a story to tell
but I never forget the moment what it rings the bell and the school was over
I knew I wasn’t staying sober.