CORRECT LYRICS
I don't need to go to college to heat a couple degrees
Come and ask your girl, and why she be f**kin' with me
Livin' at the top, I've been breathing comfortably
Yeah, he ain't up to my league, it seems I'm runnin' these streets
Give a blind man something to see, don't got a degree
But I still be lecturing all these students confidently
I got a lot that I teach, so, please be coppin' a seat
I can teach your white grandma how to rock on a beat
I'm the judge, laying down the law on this beat
This a sermon, I can't even write a song to this beat
Dishing out sentences, you better be [?]-
Lyrics : Flatline*
I don't need to go to college to heat a couple degrees
Come and ask your girl, and why she be f**kin' with me
Livin' at the top, I've been breathing comfortably
Yeah, he ain't up to my league, it seems I'm runnin' these streets
Give a blind man something to see, don't got a degree
But I still be lecturing all these students confidently
I got a lot that I teach, so, please be coppin' a seat
I can teach your white grandma how to rock on a beat
I'm the judge, laying down the law on this beat
This a sermon, I can't even write a song to this beat
Dishing out sentences, you better be [?]-
