Make Room Lyrics - Aftrschool

Used to choose me last 

Now they select me first 'cuz I'm ahead of the class 

Always pick tha perfect timin', paint a perfect picture, got my 

Game down to a science, You could see the threads, and it be 

Pokin' out the wires, that mean ya' slippin', need some 

New tread on your tires, why you handing out flyers 

All that hold me down, ya' know me 

Actin' like we homeys when you ain't even my homey 

You a tinder phony, I could pluck you like a thistle 

When ya' hit the mic, I bet the ref'll call a whistle 

'N ya' coach'll have to bench you 

Wreck ya' brain up, try'na figure out my mental 

And I thought a bunch of rhymes up, I ain't even sharp my pencil 

I'm from a side of town where ya' learn ta' duck down 

Oh you too pumped up, could get slumped up, and jumped down 

Used to take L's, now I'm passin' 'em around 

And I don't do C.I.'s, so don't ask me no buss down 

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