The teacher taught the student
Bomb ryhmes
Now I'm gone skating off
Tire trails blazing
Unbelievable, amazing
Can it be that nigga b
With beats so f*cking hard
Knock these pros off they axis
The next is what best is
Trying to lay cool
If my niggas spray
Don't call us fools
It would be for a good reason
Chilling all day every season
On point like I roll joints
My niggas in northeast
Burns blunts
Much more never less
More beats never rest
Just stay fresh
All this weed
Need time to exhaust this bomb
O.G kush I press off my chest
Always staying where my heart is
Always trying to go the muthaf*ckn hardest