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There, there baby, it's just stuff
in the ABC of growing up
There, baby, it's just textbook 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 aint lazy
If teachers I was dumb or crazy, or both
hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
In my chair, in my braids, my hair waves
Being fly was priority to the
I would on my desk just to see the world in a different way
The society of a poet
Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't
I mean fair, I was damn near at school
So I banged for a minute 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 black and white, unless you chew
So I was big bills like a toucan dude?
All the my mamma asking why I'm chewing at school
She

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

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