[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