Teach
[Chorus]
Pick up the phone, pick up the dust
Bitch toss us out, like we is the crust
We pop off the molly, we pop of the page
Bitch better run, just before I go sage
You wanna talk down, but can't admit wrong
You stretching the line, making that shit long
Complain 'bout the top, but can't defend the son
You can't shut our voice, this shit ain't done

[Verse 1]
Hippity hoppity up off our motherfuckin property
Teach you to teach kids, makin' sure it's fuckin' properly
Really juding us based on our motherfuckin properties
While we out here doing work for you, making it quality
This bitch really out here trying to sound all big and fatherly
But I'd rather go back to science, with Mr. Dougherty
Using big words, bitch trynna sound all fucking scholarly
Looking down on us, like we a motherfucking mockery
I've been out here waiting, I be patient like a monk
Acting like you got a virus, that shit looking funk
We bring a good point, and you go no, that shit is junk
You bring a good point, but all roads lead to debunk
Decisions going wild, shit be flying out the trunk
Listening for too long, my intelligence has shrunk
You acting like what we do's against, like a punk
Bitch bring be the ball, on this bitch I'm 'bouta dunk
[Chorus]
Pick up the phone, pick up the dust
Bitch toss us out, like we is the crust
We pop off the molly, we pop of the page
Bitch better run, just before I go sage
You wanna talk down, but can't admit wrong
You stretching the line, making that shit long
Complain 'bout the top, but can't defend the son
You can't shut our voice, this shit ain't done

[Verse 2]
We've been, waiting for
The time to come around
When we go out
Through the town
Fly high, soar around
'Till we hit the ground
I'll be taking
That golden crown
Air bending like I'm Ang
He be shit talking, he speak another lang
His voice trynna boom, but with a bang
Lil bitch you're the ying, but I am the yang
If we were the same age, yeah, we'd never hang
Growling at us, bitch you ain't got no fangs
Acting like us, this bitch trynna use slang
He just like a lemon, this bitch full of tang
[Chorus]
Pick up the phone, pick up the dust
Bitch toss us out, like we is the crust
We pop off the molly, we pop of the page
Bitch better run, just before I go sage
You wanna talk down, but can't admit wrong
You stretching the line, making that shit long
Complain 'bout the top, but can't defend the son
You can't shut our voice, this shit ain't done