Xaviers School by Esem Lyrics
[Verse 1: Esem]
Marsellus Wallace fuck the pride shit
If I lose a loved one I let my eyes drip
Cutie with the nice hips and her thighs rip
I slide up in her inbox without a sidekick
Might get rejected, might get her pie whipped
I’m from where they get them pies flipped
No dry snitch, in the hood they working night shifts
While me and my guys sip, Pacífico yeah we tight-knit
Vice grips, pull out the dice quick
No 7-11 for a five six, underneath the full moon the sky lit
Some of us suffer but we hide it
We masked up, put on disguises
Some beer-batter for the fried fish
Pico de gallo for the side dish
If I like it then I’ma bite if the size fit
Beard trimmed just to resize it
I’m looking sharp, looking cold as a ice pick
[Interlude: Esem]
Yeah
Come on
[Verse 2: Esem]
I’m on the clock talking down on my company
They don’t fuck with me I’ll pluck the leaves up out they money tree
Life be tryna humble me I been that
Grown man bars, no kid raps I wear my heart where my wrist at
Like a basic tattoo, drip saucy you could trace the ragù
But it’ll lead you to a anxious fat dude
In the Asics but these ain’t the dad shoes
Young Soprano in a fade-to-black mood since way back
When I drank the Pabst Blue, and the moonshine out the Mason glass too
Oh you play with gats? Cool
Fun and games till the triple-beam laser-tag you
Do you dirty like a plate of fast food
And that’s word to the weight I can’t lose
But, wait I can’t lose nah, actually I’m still winning
Parallel world, I’m eating salad with the grilled chicken
Say I’m special, acting like I feel different
I been a mutant, went to school where the academy was real gifted
[Outro: Esem]
It’s nothing new
This shit is old school
Marsellus Wallace fuck the pride shit
If I lose a loved one I let my eyes drip
Cutie with the nice hips and her thighs rip
I slide up in her inbox without a sidekick
Might get rejected, might get her pie whipped
I’m from where they get them pies flipped
No dry snitch, in the hood they working night shifts
While me and my guys sip, Pacífico yeah we tight-knit
Vice grips, pull out the dice quick
No 7-11 for a five six, underneath the full moon the sky lit
Some of us suffer but we hide it
We masked up, put on disguises
Some beer-batter for the fried fish
Pico de gallo for the side dish
If I like it then I’ma bite if the size fit
Beard trimmed just to resize it
I’m looking sharp, looking cold as a ice pick
[Interlude: Esem]
Yeah
Come on
[Verse 2: Esem]
I’m on the clock talking down on my company
They don’t fuck with me I’ll pluck the leaves up out they money tree
Life be tryna humble me I been that
Grown man bars, no kid raps I wear my heart where my wrist at
Like a basic tattoo, drip saucy you could trace the ragù
But it’ll lead you to a anxious fat dude
In the Asics but these ain’t the dad shoes
Young Soprano in a fade-to-black mood since way back
When I drank the Pabst Blue, and the moonshine out the Mason glass too
Oh you play with gats? Cool
Fun and games till the triple-beam laser-tag you
Do you dirty like a plate of fast food
And that’s word to the weight I can’t lose
But, wait I can’t lose nah, actually I’m still winning
Parallel world, I’m eating salad with the grilled chicken
Say I’m special, acting like I feel different
I been a mutant, went to school where the academy was real gifted
[Outro: Esem]
It’s nothing new
This shit is old school