It could be a school night, and a mothafuckas still huggin the block
Chemistry project do in the mornin but I'm still movin the rocks
This white car tinted window's buggin, cuz the motherfucker moves then it stops
I'm finna bring my stolen glock and get some mad street props
MC's tryna feed off the style but I'm gifted
I'm sittin back gettin sick cuz all your styles just shifted
Few years ago it was all about reversed bandanas, gats and black cars
Now everybody wants to be a trap-star.

Woo.