They think they know me...
VERSE 1
I was a teen so the weed wasn't free
I started pushing so i could get up free
I got ratted out rattata was freed
I could hear teachers talking bout me
Open and rollin' it was time to get on going
Lets go the park where the kids aint going
Hittin my bottle we called a lung
Gettin really lifted off it mon
Lets go back to school, eyes red as hell never played that fool
Call mr T cause i piddy da foo, who thinks lil krazy plays by the rulez
I hid my weed and seeds in the ipod box,
the principal don seen me but never gave no thought to my box
kept it going like ox, never had to sell no rocks
its time for class, i was just looking for some back to grasp
had a sexy women never kissed her ass, before i knew i was sittin in class
i had me an eighth, my eyes were red from steady gettin baked
i had roll some weed but i knew it couldnt wait
sittin in class i did the thing that i hate
i sat right still and i rolled that eight,
the custys behind they could not wait,
the teachers coming i remember it well,
sitting in class like what is the smell?
Little did she know i was rolling some trees,
When she came by i hid my stash with ease
I soon as she left i brought the rest out
I rolled the bag in class and sold out!
HOOK
They think they know me!
They think they know me!
I aint they homie!
These tricks can blow me!
They think they know me!
They think they know me!
I aint they homie!
These tricks can blow me!
In high school i sat alone
All my life ive been alone
Im lil krazy bout to blow
Aint got time for any hoes!
VERSE 2
Ahh I remember it well, in high school was a passionate male
had the principal under my little spell
I could do anything without jail,
Most these rappers they be telling a tale
Everything is real, really hope you fail
Im not a bad guy im the only one whos real
Most these rappers aint got no skills
Most these rappers cant pay they bills
Most these rappers they sell themselves
Most these rappers are gonna get shelved
Most these rappers are sneaky like elves
back to the story, momma growing up reason to worry
I was growing up in a hurry, i thought i could hide my past no bury
Now that i think growing up it was blurry, now that i think growing up was slurry
But there was no way to hide, I had to confide it cant denie it
They seen me roll my weed in class
Never gave two ups they can smoke bad grass
Look at kids doing drugs every day
used to do that stuff when i was fake
young juvenile they love to hate, call me lil krazy/angel 8
I get started with a wake and bake,
These rappers cant diss cause they career at stake
Sitting in the office of the principals palace
Remember it well stuck like alice
He asked if l was pushing that dope
I said how man dont try and lose hope