Lyrics School of the Streets - Mike Mike

Welcome to the school of the streets, nigga Class and motherfuckin' session
Fresh out, poppin' percs just like usual To see the sun without no shackles on feel
Beautiful Twenty-three hours a day trapped in a cubicle
You probably don't know what that'll do to you

I can't wait to get back to how I used to be
Superchargers on my cars, hoes usin' me
Grits two hundred a piece if you usin' B
All this forty dollars a gram, shit new to me
I wake up and pop a pill, that shit cool to me

While you was sleepin', I was servin', it was two degrees
Let's talk money, that's a language I speak fluently
Back in high school, I was trappin', catchin' truancies
You was cappin', I was trappin', wrappin' herion in plastic
I don't panic, I'm relaxin', I'm in traffic, catchin' action
Line my heads up, on lapham' when I'm on the south crackin
Nigga try to swipe my action, fully automatic, stamp em
Fell in love with my city, I can never leave my home
Trapped out apartments right on Pierce, around the corner from the domes
My P.O. told me get a job, I got a job, now leave me alone
Said she know I'm sellin' drugs by the designers I got on
Gave my lawyer fifty K, bailed out for eighty, now I'm broke
I was tryna get out the game, but now it's right back to the dope
First day out, I'm on Sherman and Capital tryna buy some phones
Fuck some hoes, I'ma call my heads and tell em' that I'm home
Hey, Jackie, hey, Jan, hey, Paul, hey, Stan
I can't be bougie, I even call my heads who call with 8, damn
You can't focus on no bitch, you gotta focus on your pape
Same hoe you fucked first day or go and lie like she got raped
Ain't no pressure on no pussy, drugs the only thing I take
Ain't no pressure on no case, you got pape, they go away
I hope Dodo win his appeal and they overturn lil Scottie case
I can't believe I had the same charge that they did and got away
They hit the lights, I hit the gas, ain't goin' back, they gotta chase
I got away but caught a case because them pigs had saw the plates
Never show no one what you got in yo safe
Unless you wanna wake up switchy in your face
Niggas gettin' back doored every day
My city treat that shit like that shit is okay
Tell me, is this ironic or is it strange
You take a picture with a gun, then go in the grave
Niggas shook my hand and shitted on my name
And that's the main reason I fuck niggas' mains
I don't take bitches to work cause I got plays
I'm sellin' white and sellin' tan and poppin' grays
Mike, Mike, why you always poppin' pills

Cause I'm in pain
Mike, Mike, why they lyin'? I know your name
Cause they some lames
Mike, Mike, why the judge want you in chains
Cause I ain't changed
Mike, Mike, why you don't be lettin' new niggas hang
Cause they aint gang
They aint gang
Get that friendly-ass shit out my face
If you feel some type of way, just swing
Just know the only thing I'm fightin' is a case