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

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

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

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Living my life like I'm living right in the midst of a pit
The banging and the violence is the sweetest song
In a with the heart of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I stare at the fan
As a fan of wicked streets
If I gotta eat, I like a metal peice
Screaming now, the police
I'm my cards with jokers on 'em
You can disown him or him
I'm throwin' them rocks back with a of bullets
You couldn't live life for the moment
When I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as 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 and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but not working
I'm working them like Blueprints
cut a L on my first offence
The threw the book at me than said this