[Intro]

I should’ve listened to my math teacher

He was giving out free game, giving out just free bands

[Verse 1]

I went to school with the white kids

With ARP holding my hand

I ain’t have no ADHD but they kicked me out, twin

I was just broke and rich just at the same time

I remember times I stepped outside and I was not fly

They tried to get up on my ass and I’m like, “Hell nah”

My best man asked why I was broke and I went and got a job

I remember being at my white friend’s crib

I seen them crush up dolla and I was like, “Oh shit”

He asked me if I just wanna go and take a hit

And I was just like, “Nigga, what you think this is?”

My daddy used to fucking serve that shit

You know them suburban drugs way more expensive

It’s three-fifty for this line, your headache gon’ be gone, twin

Adderall was like candy, you could buy a ship of them

You could call up Max for sure and I bet you he front you, twin

You just put everything on your credit

Well now you got a seven

But you gotta pay it off and if you don’t, you gon’ be stressing

Not everybody trap

Not everybody stretching

You keep on doing that shit you not supposed to do

Gon learn your lesson

[Verse 2]

You can catch me at B-Dubs

Nigga, I really flipping chicken

And it’s not just where I wanna be

But it better be in the kitchen

And if they caught me one time with that damn onion

They pulled me right up out that car

Lost it all for nothing

I should’ve listened to my math teacher

But now I work in that B-Dubs fucking with the greeters

It’s nobody else’s fault but myself, go on teacher

Be a better student over my money, my daughter feeder

I just hung up on the phone with lil’ buddy, I don’t need you

I’m the middle man, I’m not the fucking boss, I ain’t that greedy

All the bosses fucking die so I don’t wanna be near you

I been praying straight to God, I’m just hoping that He hear me

For sure