[Intro]

Yeah

Uh, you already know one time

How I kick this shit one time

Gotta kick this shit one time for the old school, f-

For the old school rappers

Lil' old school cipher shit one time, uh

Aye, yo' cut, cut me up, cut me up, uh

Uh, aye yo', check

[Verse 1]

I'm on the mic everyday

Even old school flow like elementary

And mentally, I elevate exponentially

I got a collegiate flow, them other niggas pre-K

Hear me out, hear me out

Nigga, I'm rippin' the flow

My thoughts are sicker than most

I'm such a lyrical nigga

I mastered them figures

Yo' lady, I dick her and go

Uh huh, check it

Aye yo', I call my nigga Spiyda

"What it do, slide through, bring a couple hoes, too!"

And he was like, "coo',"

And I was like, "alright, well hold up

I gotta do my homework!"

'Cause you know business comes way before them, uh

'Cause without them stacks, you can't afford them, uh

I Jeff Gordon in it

Indy five hundred, I'm runnin' in it

Like a Nascar engine at the Pit

With the tires switchin' shit

Meanin' the whip is sittin' on bricks, ha

That's some hood shit if you didn't get it

Aye, yo' I'm bumpin' Jay-Z's, "22 Two's"

Off of "Reasonable Doubt," ain't no reason to go without it

I got seasonal tickets, they don't make the cuts like the Clippers

They just fade when the cut's made like the clippers, haha

I'm tryna make them ladies line up

And tape her while I watch the booty wave

Brush off me and Pootie Tang, shh

Night caps and hot rags is my style on the head

Pro-Style on the head, keep it locked like a dread

I could walk off a ledge and fly like a jet, too, haa?

'Cause I'm Jet to sky, I mean Jet too fly

I jet to the jet to see where I kept two things

That I left through the jet too

Huh, she'll be probably cool without a plane

But she want a jet too

Check it, aye I just got a new Yamaha

And I'm makin' beats with all black keys like Amistad

Haha, shout-out to Jamal Wilson, and I ain't talkin' football

Ha, I'm laced like a football

I be out of space, and I be sippin' drinks out of space bars

Uh, check it, I'm Apollo thirteen, I'm ballin' wit' green, Celtics

I follow my dreams and all of the things I said

I probably felt it, uh

[Verse 2]

Aye yo', check, look, look

This the next nigga in the ciph, look, look, look

He like, "uh, aye I ain't tryna be no cool nigga

'Cause I be on the bomb everyday like a fallen grenade

Aye, yo' I came from the ghetto

Where niggas never did they homework

Always claimed they lead broke; ain't had no pencil

We was rappin' every nutrition and lunch

Like, 'fuck fifth period, I'm about to spit this shit'

Ladies throw it at niggas with no experience

That's how they got they experience

Aye, yo', I'm serious, niggas was so anti-school

That at the end o' every essay, I left out the period on purpose

Like, nigga what you gon' do?

'Cause my momma told me sock ya if you send me to the office

Report cards, the only grade was excessive talkin'

The heroes was the villains, watchin' Batman robbin' niggas"

Damn, haha

[Outro]

Aye, good lookin' for listenin', muhhfucka!

I hope you enjoyin' this shit so far

That was my old school cipher for y'all

Feel me? That's how I do it, like the old, old school

Uh, check it, old, old school, uh

Get some chips and shit

Right

Over here chillin' wit' cake and ice cream and shit

And chips

Aye, I hope y'all enjoyin' the mixtape though

You feel me, good lookin' for downloadin' it

I love all y'all, you know?

You feel me?

It's some good ice cream

You feel me?

Yeah