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

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

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

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Living my life like I'm living right in the of a fire pit
The banging and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room with the heart of a
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 steal like a peice
Screaming now, the police
I'm dealing my with jokers on 'em
You can disown him or him
I'm throwin' them rocks back a flurry of bullets
You live your life for the moment
When I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, black out like February
Ay, thats how do it right?
I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and versa
I'm for help as loud as I can but thats not working
I'm them corners like Blueprints
Then cut a L on my offence
The judge threw the book at me than this