Married to the internet, stuck in place, salivating
Ain't nobody graduating
Don't nobody love this shyt the way I love it
That's why I gotta hate it
Everybody out for fame, that ain't no exaggeration
Damn I'm getting aggravated, fukk, I'm getting agitated
Teachers so underpaid in these fukking schools
The police got our name in all they databases
Girls be thirteen acting twenty-two
nikkas be forty-four acting half they ages
Somebody tell me, what the fukk is going on?
These nikkas in tight shyt, I'm in the fukking Matrix
It's looking like a sign of the revelation
