(school's out) Lyrics

One to the ones that outlive me

Too darn fast on the flows I've been tripping

Three times dead fore I'm really living

5 more minutes, clock is ticking

Been awake since six

Thinking bout the competition in the bricks

Give myself 70% ill win

And when the album release it'll be a take-over

Call it mascara bout to give the world a Make-over

Just a couple a words that I penned in

Put em in bars like a cellmate

I've got control over language

I'm planning my escape

Time goes fast

I ain't keeping track

Moving past

Any talent I lack

Working hard

Overcoming that

Make a beat

Put that bass to the max

I don't got time for this

I don't got time for this

I don't got

I don't got

I don't got time for this

I was sitting in business last week

I looked out the window and what did I see

Well Carter was walking away from the school with a couple of girls and I wish that was me

He didn't care about missing the lesson or having to catch up or not graduating

And I was just sitting cause I was just waiting and I am a fool I wish I wasn't faking

But for some reason I keep on coming to class

I got to get out of here fast

Carter would skip class to go get a biggie bag

That got me feeling like really bad

So I gotta get better and work on my cool

Gotta stop coming to school

Work on my rap in the morning and night

That's how it goes when you is on the dime

When I make the money they gon call

When they see me walking down the hall

Cause I've been living large and acting small

But after all

Im the most active

They gonna listen while they making toast

They spread the butter all over the bread

I spread the bread coast to coast

Well Carter maybe on a high

And he may be able to boast

But I'ma gonna start skipping school too And then we're gon see who's the goat

Yeah

I don't got time for this

I don't got time for this

I don't got

I don't got

I don't got time for this

They said I'd never beat Yung Love

That must be a joke man I could eat him up

My competition my mission is win

My goal is never give it up

This ain't a rap battle it's a skill battle

This a record deal kinda battle

Waiting for the producer to introduce us

But i'll be the one to get the moolah

Walk into first period

You can't be serious

In a curious development new seating puts me right next to his girlfriend

Very pretty I'll admit but with bad taste in men,

And for me some twist of fate

Some awful coincidence

Plus she knows that today is the day of the incident

The day one of us wins and one loses

One raps for life and one sings the blues is

Anyone listening to my silent demands to sit alone

In another zone far away from her new throne

She over there imbibing in pride

She gon laugh when I sit down this is social suicide

But it's fine I'll go

Everybody want to know the time

Get a watch little bro I need mine

It appears that Im not the only one already done

I don't got space for math in this mind

C4 to A5

White knight blowing up like dynamite

The CIA and FBI

Knocking on my door and I don't even know why

They must want to know bout my album Come have a listen I'll sell some copies

I'll hand em to coppies

Wow this place is hopping

There ain't no stalling or stoppin me

Come listen to this new album

Yeah this kid is crazy and fresh off the streets

And turns out his rapping is wild and so are his beats

Yeah I'm off the grid yeah I'm popping off

I'm getting offers and ain't no one stopping me

Y'all know its better when cheddars involved

This only me there really ain't no one else

I make the beats and do the writing myself

This is lil Wit and y'all know that

School's out

School's out

School's out

School's out