Ayteen - Skool Lyrics

I'm the man that she wants
I've got the bag and he wants
I want the bags and these props
I'll give a damn I need dosh
Proper mad how these gobs
That don't stop telling these thots
How their mans moving hot
Ends' full of weirdos it's long
It's all a plot
Racing to the top
I wanna live long
These man are not in my bracket
They couldn't hack it
Ya washed
I brought the style
They couldn't match it
Forever winning
I'm gone
I need this paper in fast
I need it fast what I want
So round em up
I'm going out to hunt
I'm getting out this dump
Bro I need sums
Talking numbers home language has some
So get it no pause
How many play by the rules
What's life without school
Man I pity the fool