Give me 10 seconds

I'll give you art

An extra hundred-twenty

Adds weapons and stolen cars

Throw in 5 mo’ for the look out before it's dark

And if you double up I can tell it all from the start

Day 1

Teisha tried cuffing me like a mark

I told that chick to beat it

Discriminate with my cock

If Micheal Jackson'd seen it

He’d probably would be in shock

A dark skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock

To the psyche

Cuz women think it's unlikley

A shade from white and ripe

Why wouldn't that nigga like me

Guess she didn't know I identified her as hoe

And it wasn't in my plan for her coochie to have control

Day 2

Restless

In need of something to do

And if you got the plug

I'll be needing something from you

Though it's 82 degrees

My demeanor is mighty cold

Cuz no God is in my soul

But these demons still comin' through

Crackheads and scams run rampant across campus

Murk bandits, though outlandish paint the canvas

Hoes brandish ass and tits then vanish

Into a niggas room to get some dick

So I assume

Day 3 was key

Cuz I finally had went to class

Sat in homeroom while staring out of the glass

Thinking a degree would put me on the right path

But the second it turned 3 my motivation had passed

Went outside to smoke

I met a nigga named Jaz

We both liked to rap and immediately start to spazz

Bustin’ freestyles like hymens when Vikings Clash

When I noticed a group

A couple hours had passed

Day 4

Accustomed to campus and how it works

See, if you have the bread

The pretty women will flirt

And if you packin’ lead

The hood niggas respect you

But if you lack the cred

They'll prob’ly treat you like dirt

Met a man in red

Big Homie I'll call him Zues

He spoke on aspirations of bangers calling a truce

Usually I choose not to listen to peoples views

But a couple hours prior was sippin' on gin and juice

Day 5

Sick of the lies

In lack of drive

Same people who'll deface you

Won’t face you they'd rather hide

Spreading false tales like bards

While drunk and high

When sober they'd tuck tail

And couldn't remember why

Tried to go to sleep

12 Hours after the noon

But couldn't help to notice

Screaming from the other room

Went out to find peace

In the cover of the moon

A man followed

Bragging 'bout his brother sharing poon

He asked me for a blunt

I told him I'd have it soon

As I walk downstairs

I caught a whiff of perfume

That's when I'd seen her walking

A beauty that'd make you swoon

Then I realized she just got tossed by two goons

Damn

FSU, FSU, FSU

I never go to class

So they wonder what I do

FSU, FSU, FSU

I never go to class

Cuz I'm always on the move

Month 1

Smoke on the daily but not for fun

Im tryna keep my cool like albinos hiding from sun

Plus I got a tool, but haven't told anyone

So if someone's acting petty they won't be ready to run

Took my father's whip

Thinkin' to myself don't slip

Then caught a flat tire 4/5ths of the way on my trip

My phone started ringing

My pops he was screaming 'bout my grades, Oh shit

Month 2

Really start fucking with homie Zues

Still haven't gone to class

The academic recluse

But I needed cash my parents said they were through

Plus if they knew I smoked

I'd prob'ly go hungry too

Trading English papers and 20's for now will do

Though somethings got to move

For this sitch I'm in to improve

Hanging with the crew

I ain't really in the mood

But Jaz called talking 'bout a party with some food

Month 3 We decided to flip a pack

Take a hound south and bring the merchandise back

Made the trip twice the second just wasn't laxed

The homies peeped a garage with 30 birds in the back

Doubled back

Then we talked about the house we was at

The rumors said it's a fed's so we took it as fact

It wasn't that we were scared

We just knew how to act

Plus it could've been a sting

Who'd want to get caught in that

Month 4

Niggas start knocking all on my door

Im like the lowest bidder

Prescriptions you can afford

For every ten I sell

I'm making another four

I give the homie twelve

He helped me get in the door

Watching for the 12

Cuz I'm who they lookin' for

When women give me hell

I think back on Day 4

I called it so well it's what I pushed my fate towards

If life's a game of spades I can finally make board

Month 5

Finals arrive and I was shook

Attendance almost zero

It wouldn't be overlooked

Zues told me how the homies plans were undercooked

Them niggas hit the lick we skipped and got booked

40 years all over a suicide mission

I'll be 58 when them niggas get out of prison

Whether by luck or fate

I could've been in the system

And underneath that weight

Decided to stop whipin'

FSU, FSU, FSU

I never go to class

So they wonder what I do

FSU, FSU, FSU

I never go to class

Cuz I'm always on the move