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[News Report Snippets] [Verse 1] Ah, you say that you love me, know that couldn’t be real My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill And all these bitches that I hung with ain’t doing too well And every nigga that I hung with just use me for bail Once considered a rogue, I was chilling alone But I did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned Used to ride little buses, I ain’t fuck with my teachers They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer Thank God for what I did with blocking against this shaky defense They don't think you a nigga as long as you fill up they bleachers Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name But if you rupture a tendon I bet them feelings change Look, just remember how that winning taste Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again Love the game though this is coming from a different place Different stage, switching paces like I'm shifting strings Look, just remember how that winning taste Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again Love the game know this is coming from a different place All the cortisone in the world couldn't conceal the pain [Hook] Varsity Blues y’all, Varsity Blues Varsity Blues y’all, Varsity Blues Varsity Blues y’all, Varsity Blues Varsity Blues y’all, Varsity Blues [Verse 2] Look, I’m talking Reggie Bush, matter of fact ask Cameron Newton Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving Thank you for they tuition, thank you for room and board Most of them niggas got no pot to piss doing four Niggas thinking of moving, AJ flipping computers Brandon Davies had relations, what if Jimmer was screwing? They hate on Calipari, but I never seen the problem They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest They always in their class, they always at their practice While they bumming for cash, you made a grip off a bracket Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major Just trying to go somewhere and play with Europe players Pardon me, European, fuck who your current team is Cause every QB with my features is a Willie Beamen We never gonna be shit, 'less we believe we the shit Penalty your leadership critiquing me some from the bleachers [Hook] [Outro] Look, just remember how that winning taste Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again Love the game know this is coming from a different place
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