[Lyric] Summer School Killa (Furred Turgeson)

[Beginning]
Kush.....and Pepsi, Pepsi
And Pepsi, Pepsi
Yeah...

[Verse 1: FT]
Even though had a short temper and a long J
Best in the East West is what they all say
It's all played out
I'm here to give it to you what I be about
I got a bag of that green and a pack of that Pepsi
Wanna come and test me
Oh
No way man
Find me in my room chiefin', laughin' at you haters
Smilin' for the underestimaters
They doubted me now I'm on your iPod so hot
Oh God fo' sho' not a gangsta, but I am and your not, fool
Broke bread and got got
Dead in two shot shots
From my Glock, yeah
Shit is real, I'm furred
Thats my word
[Break: FT]
Yeah, me and John, we killed a dude. True story. I won't go into it haha..

[Verse 2: FT]
Back on the track
Dope like the smack from Dynamite, Black
Haha, yeah, but
I'm a superstar in my own sense
Bitch I don't need friends
But I still got 'em they know who they are
Some close some far
Some don't know why I got myself knee deep in the crack game
But I know, for the love of this paper I'mma chaser
'Til the day I die on my grind for cheese, cheddar, and bread
They say don't let it go to your head
But damn this bud I'm buying
After I'm done my brain is frying

Hits of hash, blunts of cash, hits of ass from girls you
Wish you had
Wish came to ya pad
I got money, I got money
It isn't from a record deal more like just tryna buy a meal

Yeah, and I do this shit for all the kids who thought I wouldn't