(Verse 1)
I owe more money to Sallie Mae than I could ever pay,
On graduation day I could start flippin' ya,
Yola grade A I could make eight K,
Servin' to the same J long as I don't vacay,
I'll cop a AK for my protection,
You know jackas be plexin' gotta keep me a weapons,
Arm & Hammer to stretch it keep a junkie to test it,
Not too much though it'll lose its off-white complexion,
Do my own measurin' no bitch in my kitchen,
'Cause if my dope come up missin',
She'll end up swimmin' with fishes,
Usin' mamas old dishes whippin' work in the kitchen,
She'll ask me what I'm doin' I'll tell her mind her own business,
Sike I can't be rude like that to my Old Earth,
To be true I owe her what my life's worth,
Her whole life's work was puttin' me through college,
Now that expensive knowledge got my whip gainin' mileage
(Chorus)
Trafficin'! Trafficin'! I'm on the I-10 interstate travelin',
Lord, forgive me but I'm out here with the bag again,
I got a trunk full of yola pray I don't get pulled over,
Trafficin'! Trafficin'! I'm on the I-20 interstate travelin',
Lord, forgive me but I'm out here with the bag again,
I got a trunk full of yola if I'm stopped it's over
(Verse 2)
Bricks on bricks flips on flips,
Trips on trips just to make payments,
Swear if I had a cent each time they hit my hip,
I wouldn't sell this shit and I could pay my rent,
Windows on tint I'm out in Screwston, Texas,
Buildin' up connections with the Blacks and Mexicans,
Out of state plates make me feel unsafe,
If I'm stopped by Jake their dogs'll sniff these cakes,
And I ain't worried 'bout the time that I'll do Uh-uh,
I'm more worried 'bout the interest that'll accrue uh-huh,
'Cause mama will be left owin' all of those dollas,
When Sallie holla the curse of co-signers,
So if I'mma depart gotta be smart,
Trafficin' is an art it's intricate in each part,
Gotta do the speed limit my seat belt click it,
Make sure my paperwork finished,
And my lights ain't the dimmest
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 - D. Landry)
Since Sallie Mae's nice as Kimbo Slice,
I play the game and I roll the dice,
Said it's a hood by air fly by night,
Connect from Cali so I get it much cheaper the price,
Ya see I move Kush I don't fuck with the white,
It keep my conscious good can't fuck up her life,
But I can't knock your hustle for real, dog,
It's admirable if you can fight your demons and still ball,
Just a player in this fuckin' game on the field, ya'll,
Quarterbacks, half-backs, wholes I do it all haha,
My route's good long as I got my receiver,
And a strap in my backpack next to sativa,
Don't get me wrong not a thug nor a wanna be,
Just need to pay a hundred grand for a hundred K salary,
And the strap that I got right in front of me,
In case a nigga try me for another QP I'm out
(Chorus)
(Verse 4)
Who'da thought higher learning would lead me to the underworld,
Sellin' white and other girls,
It's funny how life starts and then it unfurls,
Used to study 'til I hurl now my coke whites as pearls,
When young cousin Earl watched Brady Bunch wit' me,
Now so much snow in the trunk the Brady Bunch wit' me,
Hittin' city after city like ya boy's on tour,
But no shows for sure I'm just sellin' that pure,
Sallie Mae want me poor 'least that's how it seems,
They killin' young niggas dreams takin' all of our cream,
So by any means I'm gonna do my own thing,
Even if the triple beam only way I'll succeed,
Tried to find legal work you know that ain't work,
Everybody on that search I'm better off sellin' purp,
I'm out here doin' dirt 'cause collectors are jerks,
Foremost and first they'll quit breakin' ma's purse
Born 9/14/90. From Monroe, LA. I started taking Rap seriously at 18. I rap about things that happen in my life and what I
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