Textbook Stuff歌词

There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
Living my life like I'm living
Right in the midst of a fire pit
The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room with the heart of a violin
Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan
As a fan of these wicked streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal peice
Screaming now, f-ck the police
I'm dealing my cards with jokers on 'em
You can disown him or stone him
I'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of bullets
You couldn't live your life for the moment
When I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February
Ay, that's how blacks do it right?
I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but that's not working
I'm working them corners like Blueprints
Then cut a L on my first offence
The judge threw the book at me than said this
There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up