SKIP SCHOOL

By PNTHN

On From Disorder...

Released on August 25, 2017

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[Chorus]

Rent paid, tank full, nigga

Frenchful

I'm thankful daddy reigned when the rent due

I seen niggas grippin' grain and the pistol

I need a grip on the brain and the mental

I'm on the path of the chain and the wrist, too

But feel the wrath of the pain

Got a fistful of something nice

I'm fuckin' nice 'til the rent due

Was on the Jesus 'til the demons told me skip school


[Verse 1]

Uh, middle name Clinton

Bills is paid, pimpin'

Got Monica Lewinsky in the building

Pay attention

I'm in the back attracting middle-aged women

With the fuckin' baby face

I got the children way vicky

I play the part of the villain like I departed the mission

Jump size, tough guy

Got the heart in addition

Man, I think I'm trapped inside a mini-van

Hold a nigga ransom for the thoughts they wish he had

A busy man, see my wallet getting skinny fast

Bet I keep a mickey with me when I pick up mini bags

Uhh, it's PNTHN out your speakers, ho

Tryna make it out the uncle Tom and Jerry, Springer show

A Texas man that ain't never even seen the snow

Bet these niggas rocking like they even seen a scene of dope

Like they part of the Goodfellas, the hood tellers

That you walk around like you shook

You done for good, betcha


[Chorus]

Rent paid, tank full, nigga

Frenchful

Thankful daddy reigned when the rent due

I seen niggas grippin' grain and the pistol

I need a grip on the brain and the mental

I'm on the path of the chain and the wrist, too

But feel the wrath of the pain

Got a fistful of something nice

I'm fuckin' nice until the rent due

Was on the Jesus 'til the demons told skip school


[Verse 2]

And that's the Real Deal, Holyfield

On the mic, you know me well

You know me well, on the ropes like I'm Holyfield

The Laker paper and indica give me Kobe feel

Only need an eighth of the 24 to hold me til'

Manana when I'm manning up to my mannerisms

You acting tough til' you man enough for tracking women

In the snap of a crackle pop, I got the grammar written

Shooting deep threes, give a chance to a rapper nigga

It's mister gritty, witty, suckin' on her titty

Really acting all shy like he grew up in a willy city

But no three on my hat, it's PNTHN, bitch

I think my teeth [?], some Jerry Sloan shit

Came in for Mariah to c-c-carry on with


[?] for her to marry on [?]

Hey there Delilah, I'm lighting speakers on fire

Spent my week on the wire

Niggas need to retire