School Spirit

[Intro] Felly on the beat Mic check [Verse 1] You see this my friend is private school the home of the self righteous tools The gossips caked off silver spoons who'd sell their souls just to be cool Who fry their brains with pills and booze and swear there ain't a thing to loose Who value social status rather than loyalty and the truth These 90s babies drive Mercedes' like they working on the daily But what's crazy is they ball like KD but they're fucking lazy Greatly unappreciative maybe if dad wasn't making Eighty stacks a month then maybe you'd be humbled by it greatly Maybe, maybe not so just carry on with your sad And pathetic attempts of redemption for your wrongs in the past We know once you make it back and while your on the way to class You'll just stab the back of anyone that's ever had your back They ask me where do I fit in to which I reply I can not I'm not rich, I'm not popular and I don't believe in God I'm just a brutally honest, nappy headed nigga who stops At nothing to say what I want, when I want in case you forgot [Hook] Fuck school spirit scream it loud till they hear it Everybody put your middle fingers up to the ceiling Give a fuck how you feeling, try to tell me to conceal it I'll say fuck that! Fuck that! Fuck that! And fuck school spirit scream it loud 'till they hear it Everybody put your middle fingers up to the ceiling Give a fuck how you feeling, try to tell us to conceal it We'll say fuck that! Fuck that! Fuck that! [Verse 2] Its funny how you've built this false family environment Where my fathers and brothers only care about requiring The annual tuition over a students enlightenment With rules that could hinder an individual's liveliness You gotta walk the same, talk the same, gotta look the same You gotta act the same, laugh the same and have these passing grades If you ain't passing better pack your things and just get out the way We can't be bothered keeping challenged students in here anyway Brainwash us put us in positions we don't wanna be in Force me to pray to a God that I don't even believe in Just call us sinners and heathens in desperate need of some healing Make us sing your fucking songs and say every word like we mean 'em And keep telling yourself that your doing us all a favor That your overzealous leaders work in the name of the greater That we'll appreciate these chains and shackles placed upon us later Cause behind that tie and blazer everyone of us is angered Yelling [Hook]