9 black fishes lined up in the next class in a room of regular gold.

Red stepped behind the fist mic.

First fish.

Nah nigga we ain't playing games no more

Gotta ride with a whip cause my nigga got hit

Na things ain't the same no more

Gotta act like a shy little ho

When I'm flashing these hundreds they ain't say I'm seventeen no more

I knew things wouldn't change in the hood,

My old bitch got a kit with a hood

With a whip in the hood

Gotta ride with a stick in the hood

When the Feds came thru we ain't never been spooked

Wrote it down in the hook

With the chain that I took

All my niggas got spray in the book

If we catch you drawing plays

We gon drop seventeen in the books

Then we ride like a bike in the books

Nah we rather just side with the hook

Nah we ain't playing games no more

We ain't playing no games no more

The producer laughed and nodded his head.

That was flashy.

Second fish your up.

Red walked out and sat on the seat and through on some beats.

The second grabbed his bag with both hands grabbing the strings of the bag

And twisted his feet out.

You wanna start with the hook?

The beat dropped.

I THOUGHT you was one, typed it up now still with a clown,

Rap it up I'm the king of my town

King of a clown

King of a pond,

I thought these bitches want to chill with me,

I know I got it keep a key with me

I know you want a bitch to be the only one to be the only one with me

Pop told me to dieee

I THOUGHT you was one, typed it up now still with a clown,

Rap it up I'm the king of my town

King of a clown

King of a pond,

I know these bitches want to chill with me.

The principal smiled.

That was great.

Number three your up.

All I got is these bars for these bitches

All my niggas could ball for these riches,

I know things don't change, I don't Need to go hard for these bitches,

Really not in the mood for shit

My type 1 got moves like shit

I ain't crossing the line

Told me to grind

Bro it's my time

You don't even got to waste my time,

In a lime lemon coupe like one at a time

Melly blew right now in the line

Really thought Melly blew like a line ,

And my bitch wasn't a Fronter rewind

She threw that ass told me seventy nine

Jumped in the wraith i crossed too many lines ,

Mucielago gotta win all the time,

And I knew that the bitch had a line

All I got is these bars for these bitches

All my niggas could ball for these riches

Nice, number 4 your up.

Both the first black fishes sat next to Leo, who was on an iPad looking at Facebook.

The fourth fish got in.

Woah

All my niggas go to Mexico,

Popped a ho had to let you know

pop a bitch for the text you know,

Been the one that been texting though,

Mexican she likes texting shit, best in this you could get the list

We go hard like some scandalous

Bitch keep it a stack, my other homie was a horse he kept it in the sack

I brought the flow from Florida I kept that bitch a stack,

My bitches got like four of them, I know that she could rap,

Living off of land lines, probably leave black,

My bitch ain't from the north side you know that nothing ever stacked,

Nothing never clapped,

Left it on that back,

Left it on the track

My bitches wasn't a land line, leave that shit on black,

Woah

All my niggas go to Mexico,

Popped a ho had to let you know

pop a bitch for the text you know,

Been the one that been texting though,

Mexican she likes texting shit, best in this you could get the list

We go hard like some scandalous

Number 5, your next. Then we'll take recess the rest come after him.

Number five got up from his chair.

Niggas really going dumb of dablunes

Brand new wraith got to go to the moon

Chrome bars with the stacks to the zoom,

Going hard bitches bitches bippidy boom,

Brand new wraith got to go to the moon,

Spinning bars make it out that's a loon,

Never lacked I go black on tune,

The never last, got a gat for the soon,

Blowing bars out of whippy the loon

Getting cold like I went to the moon,

Heating up like the bucks in boon,

Call my Brand it's from moon to the moon,

My balmains got a stack in the spoon,

Raise me up, then left boon in the bonz,

Brand new bars got to go to the moon,

Niggas really going hard of dablunes,

My jeans are all seventeen hundred,

Then my team blew off,

Tell if we running,

Then the tink go off, say if we fronted

If you call my line, send a few hundreds

Then we ain't say bye,

Nigga we nothing,

Then your friend went bye,

Then the rent went by,

Then your man's came by,

With the chains I buy,

Till the day I die,

You could tell I try,

And I can't say HI,

We ain't care so bye,

Tell so high,

Rells so high,

Like the chain went bye

Get it AI

Niggas really going hard of dablunes

Bought a wraith take it straight to the moon.

Thats beautiful, the principal said.

Recess is an hour, go home come back. All of you.

Red got up and walked out and he went outside ten shots went flying.

He disappeared to the four fishes in the car and there mouth was on their laps. And red ran through the town with there heads and took it to there moms house and threw it in the mailbox

Stop playing pussies.