PharoGold - After School Lyrics

I remember bein' in high school wit my Nigga Blake
Eatin' churros after school on Saturday
It ain't none it was cool we were on our way
To cookin' up heat at the crib press record and play
Before my PC both my speakers and my MPK
I had a webcam to record no audio interface
I didn't believe shit in that class but I passed anyway
I told myself just whip them beats no matter what they say
First recording we had done was next to SSD
Treetop on the beat myself BLK and Benji
We was payin' for them sessions what a silly me
The engineer treated us like kids them masters wasn't sweet
That's when I decided I'm gon need my own
Studio, so me and the mob could get it on
Sure enough a year went by and we got strong
One Nigga had to quit, but shit life moves on

We was
Hangin' round Temple that's the 3rd
Ttdafool had bars and words
Smokin' on j's high as a bird
Sippin' on brew and not on syrup
We hittin' the stud play me some pads
Our beats too lit we never go bad
On classic Ver$quad shit we sagged
Watch us go up we gon get them bags
I changed high school then I met $erane
He was already copin' drip from planes
We hit the stud and I started playin'
Beats on beats till we went insane
The end of school was near
I had to see real clear
I asked myself where to steer
And here came the end of the year
As an artist I cannot let me be fooled
I told myself I had to know bout system tools
I had to learn about what money really do
Cause I've seen way too many real ones fall right trough
15 years I went and got up every day
But now it's time for me to focus on our case
Here I am buildin' my studio in a basement
129 had to level up and relocate