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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darryl Mayes
Darryl Mayes
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Mayes
Darryl Mayes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HEDGE
HEDGE
Producer

Lyrics

Big Jame$ back on the track (You know)
I'm 'bout to go take it back (Go ahead)
This how it started, no cap (Okay)
I was in back of the class (With no bread)
I had my pen and my pad, I was writing, just mindin' my business (Just mindin' my business)
Miss Johnson came over, she said, "What you doing?"
She snatched up my paper and said, "Pay attention" (Pay attention)
I said, "Now hold up, Miss Johnson, you trippin'" (Uh-huh)
"You see that I'm busy, now give it back, why is you playing?" (Why is you playing?)
She spit out her gum at my paper, then crumpled it up
And told me to go solve the equation (Equation)
"The only equation I know is that me plus these bars equals millions, so what is you saying?" (What is she saying?)
She said, "Boy, your rapping is trash
And your songs, they be ass, so I know you not finna make it" (For real?)
Oh hell nah, now it's on (It's on)
Call the ambulance, get them on the phone (Brrt)
Big Jame$ 'bout to break a few bones (Snap)
I told this heifer to leave me alone (Get out my face)
Jumped on my desk and gave her a drop kick (Bow)
Then she got up and she told me to stop it (Oh)
She pulled a taser out of her pocket
So I take off to the principal's office (I'm gone)
Beat on the door, I said, "Ayy, Mr. Principal
This lady trippin'" (She tripping), "You better get her" (Get her)
"I'm 'bout to stick her"
Next thing I know, she had bust through the door and shocked me in my liver (Oh lord)
I ain't gon lie, I fell, it hurt, okay, whatever, I'm good though (I'm straight)
But I got right back up and I looked at her face and said
"Don't let me catch you in my hood though" (On god)
She said, "Oh, that's a threat?" I said, "No, that's a bet
I catch you in your Prius, it's game time" (No cap)
Then the principal grabbed me and drug me outside
He lucky that we ain't the same size (On god)
He told me to leave, said I was expelled
And told me I bett' never come back (Oh, for real?)
And from that day forward, I was done school
I don't need no degree, I'ma just rap
Written by: Darryl Mayes
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