Yeah you know Aston she's a shitbag She's probably gonna fail the program Yeah, and she's out of shape She ain't gonna make commission She's always faking sick too Fucking shitbag Ha ha ha yo Loser Ha ha ha Uh Yeah How you gonna tell me I'm a shit bag When you beat ya girl in ya dorm while she visit How you gonna say I'm gonna fail When you failing 2 classes and ya grades slippin' How you gonna tell me that I'm out of shape When I did twice as many push-ups you didn't How you gonna tell me I won't make commission Yeah When you don't know the mission How the fuck you gonna say I'm faking sick Tell the truth nearly done with this patience shit See my inner clock is ticking and I'm damn near down to detonation Im'a break if I don't take the shit I'm in class big sleep You don't give a fuck And you'd probably call me lazy if I gave it up I know it sounds like complaining but my stress level dangerous You been taking all of me so I don't get enough Fuck I'm fucking tired of this 4:30 Like literally tired bro it's 4:30 And I still got class That's another sore pain in my ass That expects me to be deemed worthy This is Brittney's Army lemonade An album to remind you of the sour taste With a song that resulted from a power play Of making everybody think it's sweet So we don't notice all the sour ways I'm surprised I made it this far They have a way of telling you it's this hard And praising you for being brave But what they often fail to mention is you might not get a pension When you realize you're never gonna be the same Welcome to the fucking game