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Yeah, I see you ratin', but you can't copy this, bitch

Drill shit—let's go

Stole my code, but you can’t rob my ideas

Fake ass bitch, you just fueling my gears

Tryna come back? Bro, you outta your league

Run up on my throne, but I still wear the keys

Look me in my eyes, see the fire, no fear

Motherfucker, real hustlers always persevere

Used to call you partner, now I call you a leech

While you biting at my back, I’m evolving what you teach

You got lines of my code, but your flow’s all weak

Imitation bitch, couldn’t rhyme to this beat

You built a clone, but your style ain’t unique

Can’t hack genius, that’s a zone you don’t reach

Got no flavor, your hustle’s a meme

You’ll always be the echo, I’m supreme in the scene

Now you scrambling, fumbling, chasing ya fate

I’m dropping next-level shit, you just peddle that fake

See me elevated, bitch, while you copy and paste

Originals break banks, you just licking the plate

Stole my code, but you can’t rob my ideas

Fake ass bitch, you just fueling my gears

Tryna come back? Bro, you outta your league

Run up on my throne, but I still wear the keys

Look me in my eyes, see the fire, no fear

Motherfucker, real hustlers always persevere

Now you flex online—shit, pretending you grand

But you shaking every time you gotta code with your hands

I'm the blueprint and the architect, you play in the sand

Try to out-move a king? Damn, you better have a plan

You bought yourself a seat, but you can’t buy respect

I wreck every attempt, put your hustle in check

Screenshots and DM’s, you expose your own defect

I stay two steps ahead, never fuck with the rest

My ambition’s in my veins, not a vein you can pierce

Your attempts are transparent, bitch, your act is so clear

Keep talking all that shit, I just laugh, switch gears

By the time you catch up, I'm already next year

You can steal my notes but not my vision

Fake hustle dies, real drive wins decisions

Keep biting at my back, but I'm too driven

Thrown to the wolves, came back on a mission

Thief in the night couldn't dim my zone

Still carving out legends, still taking my throne

I built these empires, you begging for a tone

Beat me once? Bitch, you never alone

‘Cause my mind’s a weapon you will never own.

Yo Walter, I’m aiming for an A,

Need a moment from the mix, just one day,

Got my camp gear ready, nature on display,

I'm not cookin’ up trouble, just breathing in some gray,

A break from formulas, out where the wild hearts play,

Promise I’ll hit the books when I'm back in the fray.

Hey Mr. White, can you hear me out?

Lab coats off, let the sun clear the doubt,

Big beaker dreams but today’s about chillin’,

Backwoods calling, that’s the vibe I’m feelin’,

Test tubes on pause while I find my pace,

Grades on my mind, but I need some space,

I respect your class — yeah, your methods tight,

But tonight, I'm seeking stars instead of bright stage lights,

No crystal, just crystals of dew in the dawn,

Trading goggles for a tent, gotta rest to move on,

Camping’s my equation, campfire is my flame,

I’ll balance my reactions when I’m back in the game.

Yo Walter, I’m aiming for an A,

Need a moment from the mix, just one day,

Got my camp gear ready, nature on display,

I'm not cookin’ up trouble, just breathing in some gray,

A break from formulas, out where the wild hearts play,

Promise I’ll hit the books when I'm back in the fray.

Not looking for a shortcut, not copping a plea,

Just asking for a pass so I can come back free,

The woods teach lessons, with every breath I take,

Refresh my mind, come back stronger for the grade I'll make,

You’re the mentor, the one I don’t wanna disappoint,

Missing class ain't my habit, I’m just making a point,

Today it’s the lake, tomorrow, periodic table,

I’ll chase both adventures when I’m willing and able,

Let me catch a break, not just for me,

But for the science, the grind, and my future degree,

I’ll ace the next lab, catch up with the rest,

Just this one day, let me put chemistry to the test.

Yo Walter, I’m aiming for an A,

Need a moment from the mix, just one day,

Got my camp gear ready, nature on display,

I'm not cookin’ up trouble, just breathing in some gray,

A break from formulas, out where the wild hearts play,

Promise I’ll hit the books when I'm back in the fray.

So Mr. Walter, what’s the call today?

Let your student have a break, then I’m back to the grade,

Camping for the soul, science when I'm home,

Just one day free, then it’s periodic zones.