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letra de school appropriate - $imonp@ulz@ch & two shew

[intro: two shew]
it’s two shew

[hook: young privilege]
pull up to school with my crew (pull up)
gettin’ money, you know how we do (money)
caprisun, i got the juice (juice)
haters they don’t got a clue (nah)
textbooks in my backpack (thick)
in cl-ss on snapchat (snapchat)
paper comin’ in stack stacks (paper)
multiplyin’ like math cl-ss (okay)
goin’ down in history (history)
yeah we notorious (what?)
my squad stay winnin’ (squad)
yeah we victorious (yeah)
fans be international (national)
like baccalaureate (worldwide)
turn up the music louder (turn up)
‘cause this school appropriate

[verse 1: young privilege]
pullin’ up to school, you know i can’t afford no chauffeur (nah)
’97 honda civic, yeah that really ain’t no rover (skrt)
got a ten year car loan, so yeah i really ain’t the owner
when i hear them sirens comin’, i always pull off to the shoulder
walkin’ in the front door, junior now i feel older (yeah)
new kicks so white, man, they never gettin’ pulled over (yeah)
it is a wonder how i keep ‘em clean
when every day i go to the latrine (yeah)
paper towel b-lls all on the walls and the ceiling
yeah that is quite unappealing
swear they forgettin’ their hygiene
like why is it gangster not to flush?
know what else needs cleanin’ up?
it starts with an i and it ends with a b
sayin’ don’t cheat, but got all these students goin’
control-c, control-v
that stress won’t get ‘em no degree
you feel me?

[verse 2: lil cashew]
take a seat, let me teach you a lesson
put your hand down, there will be no questions (what?)
i’m ‘bout to school you like it’s my profession
listen up, homie, ‘cause cl-ss is in session (yeah)
all right, let’s get this straight like mx + b (you know it)
i’m a straight-a student but it’s not ‘cause i’m chinese (yeah)
it’s ‘cause i’m a natural, like my base is e
don’t want to call myself a prodigy, but
i bring a jacket to tests they a breeze and
i call your girl sweetie 180 degrees (yeah)
not to objectify her, yeah
i value her personality too, yeah
consent is very important, yeah
won’t even hug her if she don’t agree, yeah
but she do, sound like a ghost ‘cause she talkin’ ‘bout boo
got this whole party jumpin’ like we kangaroos
you can hate all you want but i’m on the rise like angelou (sheesh)
these kids out here dyin’ like langston hughes wrote it
speakin’ of rivers ’cause i am straight flowin’
you dry like a raisin, your dream you defer it
arrange your memorial, call me grape sherbet (what?)
pencils number 2, ‘cause i’m a young rapper in my prime
see me on your tv, ‘cause i’m on my prime time
see me on your phone screen, on that seq life
stuntin’ on my x, curve her like my y is cosine (what?)
ice like the north pole, diamonds make my neck cold
chains are like ponyboy, yeah they stay gold
you insecure, benghazi, unreal like i’m dali
girls blowin’ up my dms, nagasaki

[verse 3: rich triscut]
zippin’ like x y z
i’m fly on the beat, y’all trippin’ like two left feet
i’m reppin’ the tree, i’m a cherokee
layin’ down laws like a church, call me sean priest (yeah)
workin’ like tambu, i’m growin’ the maize
i’m rockin’ some heelies but callin’ ‘em j’s (what?)
see, school got me in a daze where i’m countin’ the days ’til we graduate (okay)
part our own ways
teachers amazed at my hetero grades
first of the alphabet, getting straight a’s

[spoken]
wait, are people gonna get offended by that?
(i don’t know, man, maybe.)
‘cause i said, like, heteros-xual grades ’cause my a’s are straight
(yeah, i feel you.)
it just fit with the reference . . . i don’t know, dawg

poppin’ off like i’m a can of soda (what?)
sippin’ sprite like imma need a grown-up (yeah)
i’m a model student, i don’t need to show up
i could stay at home and my grades would go up (skrt)
i’m livin’ life like i’m a box of cereal
teachers love me ‘cause my charm ethereal
i’m not religious but i gotta say
that my flow is cray, they call me the miracle

[verse 4: two shew]
i play in the br-ss, i’m p-ssin’ the cl-ss
i put up my foot on the gas (skrt)
don’t know when to quit, my knowledge legit
your teachers will tell you it’s lit (it’s lit)
i’m drinkin’ a slurpee, i’m secretly nerdy
send me a beat, and then don’t worry (nope)
i’m back like i’m jesus, a g*nius like yeezus
we stunnas but no one believe us (what?)
i’m risin’ up off of the flow (yeah, yeah)
pillsbury dough
no i won’t let you be leader (no i won’t)
but i’ll let you be co
pardon me, but i really must know (huh?)
how do you wear all these great clothes and go straight out the door
while keepin’ up grades sharp as the blades
tell me really though, really though
why all the teachers lovin’ you, bro? (how?)
and you don’t even know the content
you think it’s all nonsense, it’s all on your conscience
the core of your hotness, the info you process (yeah)
i ain’t in all red, i’m not offred
i don’t wear gang colors, kid
you slow like sid, but when i apply for college
you know imma get the highest bid (cha-ching!)
you know that i’m here and it’s two shew
an unfunny joke and that’s too soon
better change up your clothes, that’s too blue
i would flaunt my new whip, but that’s too new
you say my rhymes sick, it’s a new flu (achoo!)
you say my rhymes tight, and that’s lulu
but you don’t understand, you got no clue
it’s $imonp@ulz@ch since the 2×2

- imonpulzch two shew

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