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