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cortez the crook - drop out lyrics

[intro: cortez the crook]
got a text that saying you might be the father of my kid
i’m still a kid myself
would have offed myself
if it wasn’t for good homies and bad habits
instead we all put 5 on gas pitch
hit the lean and got intergalactic

[verse 1: cortez the crook]
i remember being in school hearing being cool won’t make you money
i thought it was funny, them teachers don’t even make -ss shaking money
go out to lunch and smoke my cigarette in front of the teachers pet
sitting in that in school suspension like what the f-ck is next
are you really gunna send me home for sleeping in
didn’t bother me, i mean a win is a win
man school was a joke
writing verses instead of notes
my senior year they were lucky if i’d go
let alone partic-p-te
all these subjects i f-cking hate
all these substances made me late
i failed the f-ck out of advanced placement lit
i guess it’s not smartest thing to t-tle your autobiography “b-tch i’m with the sh-t”
i remember i wouldn’t even raise my hand when i needed one
if you didn’t get it the first time they’d make you feel so dumb
all my teachers made me feel worth less then worthless
study hall i’d write my feeling until i couldn’t find f-cking words left
for my stress it seemed to works best
sit and make things rhyme to p-ss my time
almost 19 chasing my dreams
get rich or dying trying soon to find out what life brings
i just hope it’s a herringbone necklace
mag cover saying oregon grown’s next b-tch
i don’t even have money to cop a coffin, like i wonder what a peaceful rest is
never equaled more then zero
did i save a life when i didn’t commit suicide
i should be a looked upon as a hero
all these b-tches leave
i mean multiply me
with a 10 and you still get zero
but in that red dress she’s a devil and i fear no evil
mixed girls with mixed emotions
gold grills and purple potions
ooooooh they both so thick
i’m in love with an -ss and 2 cups
no ones perfect so my b-tch keep her face screwed up
if there’s anything i’ve learned in the past
there’s no such thing as true love
i learned that the hard way
but i miss how she took it all ways all day
she make my d-ck feel so goooood
but my pockets hurting
and i wish a motherf-cker would
cause i ain’t nervous
if you scared go to churches
if she a virgin i let her know this is close to what birth is
make her want a c-section when she take this erection
that p-ssy got hairy styles
i beat it up, up, up, only know one direction

[verse 2: cortez the crook]
it’s still me against my health
where’s all the sedatives
me against my wealth
where’s the labels money they been mentioning
me with no help
still self independent sh-t
i feel like it’s me against my self
is there anyone better then me
i’m so tired of acting friendly around these fakes
i should be at a power meeting with all the greats
i feel like the only hope left
i gotta be next
to scope this source would be too complex
rap is in it’s, death, bed
to whom they sign deals it feels it’s better off dead
yeah, the crook

[outro: cortez the crook]
rest in peace the game pour a little malt liquor
i got a main chick
a side b-tch
a ho on the low
but they all bicker
they all thicker then the last
half full half empty the gl-ss
either way these hoes are thirsty
i hope i’m danny brown before the age of 30
i want to self destruct just like 50 did

- cortez the crook lyrics

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