[Intro: RyKo]

Ha ha.. yeah

It's RyKo featuring Self Taught

Straight out of Minnesota

Listen up

[Verse 1: RyKo]

Class in session kids, I hope you brought your syllabus

So that, you can witness this display of rap prowess

I'mma need about three hours.. Or make that 24

Like my name was Jack Bauer, speaking of 24

I got that Kobe Bryant form

I make defenders hit the floor

Taking flight now watch me soar

Trucking through these haters like my name was Frank Gore, of course

I'm about to go off, these people sleeping on me like they dozed off

Better hope they wake up

Broke boys get your cake up

Praying that they say sum

Fuck you better pay up

Faker than some make up

Favorite artist Kreayshawn

Ask who their team, they say Jacob

Line these haters up I knock 'em down, pound for pound

I'm the king of the ring, I leave my opponents in the ground

They can't last a round, these punchlines will fuck around

And knock 'em out, tell me how that shit sound now

[Hook: RyKo]

We put the state on our back

The 320 on the map

Now bring it back, please don't take a cat nap

Sleeping on the kids will probably get your fat ass smacked

And we do it for the Sota

10 blunts deep, riding in the Range Rova

My whole team ballas like we go to Villanova

RyKo and Self Taught on the beat game over

[Verse 2: Double A]

I'm with some real homies getting blunted like it's nothin'

It's nothin', we just stuntin' havin' fun while we some youngin's

Up and comin', these mother fuckers know we're on to somethin'

If you talkin' 'bout the illest I'm the topic of discussion

Mama look what I'm becomin', most discussed and that they've seen

I'm dirty with these verses I got beef with Mr. Clean

Best believe I'm on that green it's like Christmas y'all

I'm just tryin' to get my money so my kid's kid's ball yeah..

So I'm killin' everything in my way

Man everybody claimin' they real but most are real fuckin' fake

But my team ain't, we straight, roll up and fade away.. I stay afloat like a parade

Man I wear shades when I'm sleepin' cause my future so bright

I'm paying dues, I'll get it soon, but for now just hold tight

You won't bite, then what the fuck you barking for

Remarkable on the mic I give 'em more than they bargain for

[Hook: RyKo]

We put the state on our back

The 320 on the map

Now bring it back, please don't take a cat nap

Sleeping on the kids will probably get your fat ass smacked

And we do it for the Sota

10 blunts deep, riding in the Range Rova

My whole team ballas like we go to Villanova

RyKo and Self Taught on the beat, game over

[Verse 3: D. Nave]

Never sober, my green is green as Yoda

You talkin' 'bout that work man I'll make sure I hit my quota

Got that Ganja rolled up, your girl so glad we showed up

Plastic cup I po' up, ho I'm leanin' off you know what

That's that Bombay and that OJ, medicine so let's copay?

Even when I don't play so they gon' say what they gon' say

But they won't say, won't say it to my face so I won't change

That's work no breaks, no cocaine

Now whip that eighth make hash oil and take that to the bank

Straight cash in the safe whatchu you know about bank

Dank in the blunt, same killer in the drank

Drank in the cup got me kinda fucked up so you better not speak until you think

Hold up, let me switch this flow up, flow so sick it's like I throw up

Show up late I'm 'bout to blow up, hold my dick I'm 'bout to go nuts

Nigga donuts cause my money crazy, pyrex shit I dug the Navy?

10 bottles, 20 ladies, party like a rock star from the 80's

My music loud and my dope is too, I choose to do what I'm supposed to do

And that's smoke a boo?, speak the truth

Hope that a motha fucka reaches you it's like that

[Outra: RyKo, Double A, D. Nave]

Now I gotta fix the 80's part

Self Taught

RyKo

'ello

We do it for the Sota

10 blunts deep riding in the Range Rova

My whole team ballas like we go to Villanova

RyKo and Self Taught on the beat, game over