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7 class days! - rent is due! lyrics

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i know 6 classes aren’t enough
for people that wanna be doctors or engineers
but, i’m a musician
and honestly?

i wanna
make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
i know you wanna make saints, but that ain’t me
i wanna make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
50 d*mn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 d*mn minutes man, f*ck this sh*t

i’m gonna be famous
i’ve got a spot and you b*tches can’t take it!
(no, they can’t!)
’cause you know that i embody the slaves of pop cultures reign!
(say hey! say d*mn!)
every page is a step to the day i take over the west
i think it’s best to rest and leave all the rest to me!
i’m a descendent of a tribe called quest
what’s my name? take a guess
(what?!)
you know i got them screaming (ah!) when i pop up (ah!)
stock toilet paper cause i’ma lock all you b*tches up!
when i go big, i’ma stop the world and rock n’ roll!
but until then, i’ll let you know that i’m still banned!
because i wrote this verse with a spray tin can in the back end of my school
i can’t stand, man! i’m tryna

make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
i know you wanna make saints, but that ain’t me
i wanna make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
50 d*mn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 d*mn minutes man, f*ck this sh*t

i’m gonna be rich (yeah!)
b*tch! i’m not a stich for your pain!
i’m a hammer and i’ll punt your f*cking brain!
not an itch like the rappers getting radio play!
(say hey! say d*mn!)
every page is a chess piece moving the direction!
a new section with passion!
till i f*cking step inside that h*llish place!

make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
i know you wanna make saints, but that ain’t me
i wanna make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
50 d*mn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 d*mn minutes man, f*ck this sh*t

’cause if i spent all my time trying to be an engineer
i would die like everybody, never making out of here
and these f*cking institutions want to tie rocks to your neck
delusions, looking at me funny just for coming to conclusions by myself
go to h*ll! i can tell you don’t wish me well!
but when i’m wealthy and famous the world’s gonna stop!
i’ma be the new king of pop!
and i’ll rock n roll!
oh, yeah! i’m tryna

make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
i know you wanna make saints, but that ain’t me
i wanna make some money, just let them leave
those 7 class days man, i can’t think straight for
50 d*mn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 d*mn minutes man, f*ck this sh*t

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