[Verse: Momo]
I walk in cla**, and I'm late
My jacket smelling like dank
I sit in the back so I'm straight
My b**h is bad as my grades
Yeah my grades wasn't good
I was raised in the hood
With them gangsters and thugs
We was raising them bloods
I mean we raising them b's
We was raised in the street
You ain't see what I saw
Cuz I don't say what I see
I'm high as hell, they can't tell
I count the time till the bell
I just wanna go home
Eye drops and cologne
Yeah you said I wouldn't make it
I'll be damned if I ain't walking
I was holding on to bars
Like I got Xanax in my pocket
Yeah you saying he the homie
He should plug it when we cop it
To be honest, what the f**s a f**ing plug without a socket?
Wanna freestyle homie?
I'm gone play a beat
They said I would make it
Yeah, I know they gone be
Fascinated that the cla** procrastinated graduated
To be honest, yeah my moms is very, very glad I made it
Plus I clutched a couple muthaf**ing credits last semester
Even though that Mary Janey made me lazy, glad I met her
Back in freshman year, back in freshman year
ZOOTBOYS, muthaf**er we the best thing here
We the best thing here, I put my best foot forward
They knowing I'm the best so they invest in the boy
I think these n***as is fed up, the kid'll k** you on your track
Thinking back, you wish never met him, bet them up
Coming for you head be
The man, myth, the legend
The cla** is in session
The black fist amendment
Goddamn Uncle Sam gave black man the weapon
Give you ammo to light up your famo like candles
Yeah, we ain't with the negativity
[Outo: Momo]
*mumbling*
Start feeling me, like isn't he
The realest of the trillest out the city?
n***as ain't f**ing with me
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
This yo graduation, this yo graduation
Wake-Wake up, wake up, wake up , wake up, eh
Wake up, eh
This yo graduation, this yo graduation
Wake up in the morning
ZOOTBOYS