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Student 1 - Train REMIX (Ft. Andrei Alexander, Codes, Coines, JayO, JB, Sketchy Pete & Slim Flik)



[Verse 1: JB]
Short motherfucker with the Lu man
Might be too much
Got 4 or 5 homies yelling ooo man
Wheres the new stuff
Got 45 tracks in the stu, damn
Never too much
Always pull up to the scene with like 2 grams
Now that's 2 blunts
Damn, blunts in the dark, we gon smoke
I got wraps on some wraps, bruh, you don't even know
2 bitches hit me up saying, Joe, smoke us up
So they slid
Cut the lights
We gon show em how it's done
Yeah
Fill the solo cup like it's ghetto
Chillen in the grove motherfucker feeling mellow
Travel round the globe when its intercontinental
Have another O when you travel down your mental
Everybody barks, Ima throw em in the kennel
Big mouth bitches, they be building up an echo
This is part 1 for the homie and his demo
With the memoman
But y'all don't really get the memo
[Hook: All]

[Verse 2: Jay-O]
Joey rolled another blunt it's time to smoke this in the dark
Yeah you caught me telling stories on this beat man this is art
Understand I have to spazz on this it's coming from my heart
Making sounds to grit my teeth so I can sound like I am hard
YEAH
Your girlfriend is sexy her knees on my rug
She do what she's doing she's good with her tounge
In life you start slow but we've only begun
The party just started its time to have fun
Check
Let me get another bottle
Got a bad bitch
She a ten she could be a model
I need a blunt rolllleeeddd like pronto
Got a 5am flight leaving to Toronto
Only fly coach right now because I'm broke
The sun just went down so I think we should smoke
Pass me the lighter I'm packing the bowl
You're next in rotation so it's time to go
Take that hit straight to the face
Smoking some fire you questioning if it is laced
Difference between us is I win the race
Me and my team Line us up with the greats
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Student 1]
Imma ride about it audio eradicating
At a rate at which I'm radically dumping out my data
Blunted and I'm bout to roll a second in a second
With my homies after I put in the rhythm in my chatter
Chat about it all you want it really doesn't matter
Split them enemies up like a philly on a platter
Plotting in the rap, a nigga dope, a nigga lit
A nigga negating all debauchery
Stu bout to dig a pit
For the epitome of all the petty
Ay
Paranoia part of my approach
Ay
Riding round the block getting feddy
Ay
Drive slow throwing out the roach
Ay
Ye bumping out the whip
Blunt 3 on the trip
Cahill still looking like the hottest
So I'm on Babcock babbling the oddest
Set of my limericks still staying modest
I'm a...
Valley walking
Violent verbal
Having motherfucker
Never known to take an L
We save that for them other suckers
Where they at
Claim your title
Know knowing yourself is vital
We say king and y'all say pawn
Y'all stay here while we stay gone
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Slim Flik]
The grove is on the map, now everybody stop and listen
If the beat is Michael Jordan bitch I'm Scottie Pippen
If you don't bump memoman you don't know what the fuck your missing
Slide this tape up in your deck and bump our music out the system

Smokin blunts in the dark nocturnal
Verbal referral baby no rehearsal
This the good life, tony Bennett
Gang of lieutenants with the Lu that's the Colonel
Thick Rich wish he was here tho
We'd be at sleepy hallow shootin free throws
Picture this
At the moffin Rollin up a spliff
Reminisce about the homie that I truly miss
Putin dreams in motion yeah the goals are right in sight boy
Coines is mixing up the potion
Till its sounding tight boy
Joe Jake Codes and Dre be living up to the hype boi
This the track that gave you back some part of your life boi

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Sketchy Pete]
Bouta go get it go n all in on it with the squad
I'm waiting on the honey with the physique and body
If I die they'll tie it to the illuminati
Got Flows leave you shit piss in the potty
Ayye we keep the beat with us
We gon win this
Fakes hate n in minutes they mimic the gimics
I go with
All y'all dime a dozen
Cousin slow wits couldn't take a whiff
Let alone even hit that shit
Shine
I'll illuminate the black in the back of your mental
On a night you feel a lil too sentimental
Been ultimately at it with a pad and a pencil
Hoe looking like the way I'm using my utensil
Lines with the left that to you would be illegible
To me they impeccable
Flow so sick leave you susceptible
To the sickness it's the sickest
I dodge like Ali then stick em' with a quick fist
I don't bite dog I kill this
Lu told me to kill it
Now my hand just above the kill switch
Gimme the beat I'll dismantle
Obvi I can handle it
Lighting up a candlestick
Lines so fast making you look inanimate
Inadequate
Blowing out the candle quick

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Coines]

[Hook]

[Verse 7: Andrei Alexander]
Oh you never heard a me well now you bout find out
You talking drunk like wow walk the line now
Go so hard and I'm workin for respect
Still on the same when I get my first check
When I get that milli I will know that I am blessed
They will all remember when I said I was best
I been working overtime I think I need some rest
I been tryna chase money like I'm on a quest
Any bitches tryna come thru
What you on thooo
I Get the baddest pass the rest off like I'm rondo
Ain nobody to be able to spit it like me
Tryna be me but Can I see some I.D
Can't open the door ain't never getting my key
This girl ain't bad she never getting my D

[Hook]

[Verse 8: Codes]
Hi there
You like it if I stare
Put it a 3.1
Oh fuck it's a pie there
Can't stain me you know that my eyes there
Even if you try to shake it the flow is so damn rare
You can go ahead and judge it you know that I don't care
Bare skin touching lips the company so there
Longated, frustrated
You never could go there
I have slept on all the races I feel like a damn hair
The tortuous is fucking pacing
You basics can't compare
Chris brown got these girls on the wall for a hair
Vibing way far out like my name was Rick flare
Bad bitch take pics, hit licks, don't care
Take a double shot for me you can catch a double dare
Slim thick, look cute
Prolly shout out all the pears
Words slick switch flip
Blare witch, witch blare
Bluegrass, Got gas
The color's Kentucky blue
With that gas, there's a couple things that I am gonna do
Call my dudes, dim the lights, catch a vibe, what it do?
Roll em up, smoke em down, making classics with the crew

[Hook]