When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made. They was thinking science, I was thinking get paid. I always kept a plan to get doe. Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go.
When you up, you up and when you down, you down. But when you fall off just peep out who still come around. It ain't too many gon' hold you down. When you down and not on ya luck.