Last.Week's.Paper.

[Hook]

These thoughts of mansions, they dreaming

At high school campus i'm saving for new equipment

My man saving for pampers, shirts

Selling, dreaming of pamphlet like this can’t be life

This can’t be life

[Verse 1]

I’m in the hood like I’m Eric Wright in 85

I’m too prudent, straight A student

Hang with hoodlums and niggas with no future

And I mute it like Bermuda

Kept [?]

Some niggas want me dead and others want me famous

And I don’t even care, I carry kerosene

Straight flame, I paint a page

Ladies call me mean cause I don’t speak

Ain’ that my ways, I’m a shy guy

Waiting to elope with Lois Lane

But I’m not Superman, I’m a super lame

[?] move quiet, Earth god, how I’m on the ink

Really a thug in a nerd’s body, in search of shrink

My head big and it’s filled up with fallacies

Hood teach the opposite that school do, which to use

All my mutual friends through FB comment on my Youtube

Like yo you rap ain’t know you do that, but like who you ‘pposed to be

Lupe or something, is you getting paid or something

You doing big, nigga you think you faith or something

They say the name says, I’m perfectly fine

Shante called me Saba for the first time

That name spread around the school like a rumor

Got a new nickname so now I am cooler

Don’t do my homework I cheat off the white kids

Still in my honors, I’m still in my honest, mama grown

Paid college, long as daddy on the dial tone

My uncle got locked up they took him out of my home

My stepfather was shot and bled right around the corner

Got in his car like nothing happened and got my mom

Got a paper due, Imma write it in homeroom

Hard to do work at home when I don’t have my own room

[Hook]