After School

If I make it to heaven, I hope they're still drinking brew

I hope I get to see Nick, me and him have a few

Talk about '96, that shit that y'all never knew

When we was stealing Polos, then wear it up to the school

Hell nah, we wasn't broke, we just acted a fool

Shirt tucked in our jeans, we just thought it looked cool

You can say what you want, but that don't make it the truth

When it's ninety-one outside, bet it's sixty-nine in my coupe

The AC blowing strong, and we smoking that ooh

Her homegirl looking good, yeah, I was scoping that too

But I heard you got her pregnant, that's what's up, when y'all due?

Then somebody knocked on my door, Nick, I'm hoping that's you

But that's a dream deferred, and they don't always come true

Four minutes till 4:00, the bus ride after school

If I make it to heaven, I hope it comes with a view

So I could see LA, **** know how I do

Fuck with me and get smoked, or fuck with me and smoke too

Yellow Album so good, **** thought it was a fluke

**** thought I was on the juice, yeah ****, it was the goose

And the bitches shaking they ass, I'm like, damn, what it do?

She like, damn, can we fuck? Call me up and come through

Watch whatever you want, champagne in there too

**** know what I sip, tats on both of my wrists

In loving memory of hip hop, I got that in '06

A **** so West Coast, you can tell by my clique

You can tell how I dress, you can tell by my whip

Most LA **** I know, some no longer exist

And they got moms just like me, if I could grant them one wish

But that's a dream deferred, they don't always come true

Four minutes till 4:00, the bus ride after school

If I make it to heaven, I hope it comes with a view

So I could see LA, neighbors and the Pirus

Fuck with me and get smoked, or fuck with me and smoke too

**** know how I do, bitches know how I do

If I make it to heaven, I hope it comes with a view

I gotta see LA, keep an eye on y'all fools

A **** so West Coast, you can tell by my clique

You can tell how I dress, you can tell by my whip

The LA **** I know, some no longer exist

And they got moms just like me, if I could grant them one wish

But that's a dream deferred, they don't always come true

Four minutes till 4:00, the bus ride after school

If I make it to heaven, I hope it comes with a view

If I make it to heaven, yeah