[Lyric] Pencil Case Song 25 To Life (SwaggedOutMoney)

[Verse 1: DJ Felicetti]
Yeah, in my schoolboy days
I often would see pencils with an angelic haze
Something came over me, like a dragon from the west
I’m the coolest cat around and I’ve always had the best
Wear the best, walk the best
Don’t skip, talk, or play like the rest
But the one thing that I can’t control
Is when I get out of this jail on parole

[Hook]
(said I got 25 to life)
Stolen pencil case, not in my book sucker
(said I got 25 to life)
I’m in a jam like my names Smucker
(said I got 25 to life)
These pencils, I just couldn’t resist
(said I got 25 to life)
I’m sitting in jail I got a nervous cyst

[Verse 2: Big Lou/DJ Felicetti]
Funny you would call me a crook
After I lay down this nasty hook
This jail be locked under key and latch
But these verses I’m here and ready to datch
And I’m not talking about summer homes
But were talking about violent murder homes
Alright, so now listen here y'all
Cuz I‘m about to throne this ball
Pencil case with baby blue zips
Through any rubber bands it rips
Shawty said nice pencil case wheredja get it?
Where else mitch, the salvation army!
[Hook]
(said I got 25 to life)
Don’t be hatin, don’t be playin my friend
(said I got 25 to life)
Or else I got someone elses’ neck to bend
(said I got 25 to life)
I appreciate pens but sorry nope
(said I got 25 to life)
Pencils and erasers, always most dope

[Verse 3: Big Lou]
I’ll kill anybody over the right pencil case
Fire shots in your body and make off with haste
I’m the pencil case fiend and I rob every day
The master of crime so listen to what I say
Real ass crook count erasers like bills
If you try and front on me I’ll make you run to the hills
You better watch out or I’ll jack your sharpener
Make you miss your lead have you cry to your gardener
I’ll have your rubber eraser on a milk carton
Trading lead for lead like Mark O. Barton
When I need some extra cash I sell mechanicals on the side
Try to mess with my game and I’ll skin your hide

[Verse 4: Big Lou]
I knew a guy went to jail over a pencil case
Almost got away with it, but slipped up and caught the case
Sentenced 25 years should’ve seen his momma’s face
Son should’ve stayed humble yeah should’ve stuck with selling base
Spent 24 years going without parole
25th year brah son was on a roll
Week left in the big house
Chilling in the cafeteria dreaming of getting out
Going down to put his tray away
Son stabbed with a pencil put on layaway
One day left of jail brah passed away
Next time I get the pencil case out to do it the bay way
I’m a think of him first and put that ish away
Cause pencil cases yeah ain’t nothing to fudge with
So remember this dude every time you bump this
Cause just like you son used to run it
And now I’m putting flowers on his tomb due to this dumb ish