Verse 1 Huh...no more teachers n homework Worryin' about grades, when group members don't work Walkin' to cla** sleepy as hell, and I think imma fail Calculus, that stressin' out'll make you soul search Walkin' out of my last cla**, I'm feelin' like I ain't got no limits, got my head up at the ceiling height Started out in '08, man I needed my own space 100,000 dollars 'cause a n***a left his home state Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper? Studio in my room, that ba** wake up the neighbors Its way, too many pages in the novel of my last four Years, now my pockets lookin' forward to that cash flow Can't forget my past though, man I went through a lot to touch it Had 7 jobs, them paychecks my shoppin' budget And doin' music had me sleepin' in my cla**es Can't forget the ladies, I went from bachelor to bachelor's In rap I got my Master's, took about a year and a half My cla**mates is my fans, hearin' my craft I graduated, wit' a job, you can't tell me nothin' Confidence is through the roof, the light at the end of the tunnel is Golden Verse 2 Uh, walkin' to my cla**es everyday that made me bitter My friends had whips, when I needed em they delivered Started gettin' a reputation for slangin' these rhymes out Picked up fans, and hit chicks I met on Twitter Teachers givin' me headaches, all that time I put in my work Switched majors 'cause my grades just couldn't get worse Plus obligations outside of the cla**room, like workin', ballin'
N frat sh** that stress I put in my verse Call me a backpacker, that sh** half accurate Kanye vision wit Pusha pa**ion I'm immaculate Currency on my mind, dollar signs I hustle for On a daily basis I never make money by accident Sellin' CDs to my cla**mates and professors Overcomin' my struggles, evolvin' from adolescence The lessons learned is blessings, I look up at the sky And thank the lord for this opportunity to shine n***a I'm Golden Verse 3 ...cause we can't afford gas, I done pulled my share of girls tho Kept my head straight, no matter how crazy the world go While spendin' my nights gettin' no sleep, finishin' work and spittin' heat Ran through that English 'cause my writin' always been elite This is a message for adolescents wit' big dreams Y'all better aim high, 'cause when I'm way up in my 50s I don't wanna be lookin' back on my misgivings Too many people focus on money and miss livin' No regrets, I made decisions for my damn self Nobody relates to ambitions of a great, I struggled for three Years wit too much shxt on my plate to take Kept doin' music, been in love wit' it since Bathin' Apes If I never see the success that I been grindin' for That ain't gon' change me, mind colder than nine below Feelin' like I might, make a career on this mic In the meantime, I'm exitin' stage right, livin' the good life