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There, there baby, it's just textbook
in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, it's textbook stuff
in the ABC of growing up

[XV - 1]
Yeah, three raised me
footwear paid me
Not enough to blow up but enough
I aint f-cking lazy
If teachers I was dumb or crazy, or both
hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
In my chair, in my braids, my hair waves
fly was priority to the lowest
I would stand on my desk just to see the in a different way
The society of a poet
Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude prove
I mean fair, I was damn near at school
So I banged for a cause all my n-ggas was crippin'
Just me and two of my dudes, man group
Had of doing things they said you can't do
Cause aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo
So I was after big bills like a dude?
All the while my mamma asking why I'm chewing at
She

[XV - 2]
So why I aint go to
My mammas ultimatum made me say I know I got it
My n-ggas D's buggin'
Stay on your computer de-buggin'
But we holding cause we thuggin'
Now they in the trap with some guns they dun borrowed
And all snow, I call it empty sorrow
plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the mall making dough Sbarro's
I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the cargo
They out on you well, and I don't mean Fargo
But even if you leave it try to follow
Baby brother took a charge than Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his up while his eyes are in the bible
Cause they say mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle
My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his
I told him sit down, information is vital

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
my life like I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit
The gang and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room the heart of a violin
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To a man as I stare at the celiing fan
As a fan of these wicked
If I gotta eat, I steal a metal peice
Screaming now, the police
I'm dealing my cards with on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm throwin' them rocks with a flurry of bullets
You live your life for the moment
When I'm foaming at the I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, black out like February
Ay, thats how do it right?
I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice
I'm screaming for as loud as I can but thats not working
I'm them corners like Blueprints
cut a L on my first offence
The judge threw the book at me than said