Kevin - School's Out lyrics

Verse 1 These rappers lives are like beds, most of ‘em f**ing made up Should hear them talking ‘bout how how how how how how how they came up They talking ‘bout they gangsta and how they leaving n***as laid up Can't believe they talk that bullsh** just to get their fame up But with ease real n***as knowing that them n***as fake up b**h you can't match me I don't need your a** to f**ing flame up I guess that's what I'm here for The hope that real n***as always prayed for I mean damn, became a savior since a day old Don't get me wrong I ain't never called myself “Lord” But Lord, why this music thing take a n***a so long? My heart cold, my speech slow Many fake n***as, I don't need those I'd rather be all by myself Ain't losing sh**, no repo Young n***as doing wrong sh** right, right? Could be that my eyes…don't see no good; dark is new bright Man I feel for my n***as who got it worse And n***as still find it hard to go to church The pastors verse reach us hard when the n***a preaching One's for the money Two's for the b**hes Three's for the fact God's answering my wishes Done with the phonies True to the n***as Please save your pity for the one who really need it Hoping one day Dice say he finally get it Zoe finally winning I'm shouting, “96 Boyz” to my n***a Lincoln And I'm the motherf**ing prince for a f**ing reason My life ain't Bel-Air, n***a it's just hell here Said, “I'm the motherf**ing prince for a f**ing reason” My life ain't Bel-Air, n***a it's just hell here