Student 1 - Depressed (Ft. Bad Juju)

[Verse 1: student 1]
3 many elbows in the booth, I feel like an army
Say your mind a weapon without proof, you ain't ever arm it
Turn a pencil to a Hammer for the bacon I'm Mr. Arm &
Opp drop when I up the number 2 I need the Charmin
You a spy kids 1 Juni but without the Carmen
Your situation kind of tragic you think it's alarming
Stay positive and smoke better weed
Nigga that's why my pack smell like 30 grenades and a monkey farting
Your tree smell like the THC in a different apartment

[Verse 2: BADJUJU]
Serving up
Better steez, different locks, different keys
Different cars, different seats
Same man, different sneaks
No one ever gave a fuck, cheetah piss got me stuck
He don't wanna 1 on 1, hit her once then I'm done
Cause I never gave a fuck
Fucked her in a bayou
Pussy bald like Caillou
Call the gang, they slide through
Jesus piece around my neck, but I'm not Christian
Why you posting fake lean, boy you not sipping
Oppas slower than the Wok, walk up out the kitchen
(hol up my shorty calling...)
You don't even know her name
Boy I been pimping, just look at me limp in
My bitches keep it 100, your bitches be Simpsons
[Verse 3: student 1]
Cocky like my crotch a mile
Cory came through put a Perc 30 in the project file
Too all over the place I'm not one you can watch a while
Used to not have a dollar on me now I can't dodge a pile
Can't recall doobie one smoking on doobie two
Move 'round like I'm Mr. Mystery, the story Scooby Doo
Stu nonstop debauchery from high noon to high noon
Walking out in public with no mask I'm finna die soon
You pay the same price if testing me what you try doin'
If it ain't your life then it's your ego imma probably ruin
If it ain't for real its nothing we know
While we gaining degrees you degrow
I am a different negro
Mindless, on a money hunt, cut that check
If it ain't bout profit apprehending shut that neck
Niggas say one thing and do another, what the heck!
Showing they hand on accident that's a butt-ass deck
Face it or fate fix
You got mid-grade tricks
All my pens are blunts full of gas, with the pookie in it
One day I opened your notebook up it had a dookie in it
One day I opened your mind up I found Oscar
One day I read you like a book, you an imposter
I'm laughing in the shadows with my clique, it'll cost to know 'em
Your clique the imaginary friends and the foster home
[Hook: student 1]
L's everywhere around my town, 3 in my chest
Dub on a hunt of them M's, that's me at my best
I was in the middle of a jug and got really depressed
Eye relocated from on the ball bet I see it again
The mastermind of it all 2 faced, tucking blue
Caught up worried about too much, you shoulda stuck to you
They don't like me cause I speak the truth, they really fuck with you
I ever see you I'm pretending you 12
L's everywhere around my town, 3 in my chest
Dub on a hunt of them M's, that's me at my best
I was in the middle of a jug and got really depressed
Eye relocated from off the wall bet I see it again
The mastermind of it all talking shit, tucking blue
Caught up worried about too much, you shoulda stuck to you
They don't like me cause I speak the truth, they really fuck with you
I ever see you I'm pretending you 12, duck and move

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