Wale - Skool Daze lyrics

[Intro:] Paint that picture real quick That public school bullsh** I went through or whatever if you want to call it Understand where I'm coming from School daze in this mother f**er [Verse 1:] Vick and Mohammed told me ride on these n***as I told them stop it, that's a problem cause I fathered these n***as You see a lot of these n***as, just is part of my vision They got rich up off my image, what they gonna do when I switch it I got b**hes on b**hes, cause my penmanship pimpin' f** a pen man my mind is a palette, f** around turn a track to a picture Hol' up, this art cla** for them trap doors and react to it I was out there when them packs moved, but never got to it cause I had school That's a fact too, my cla** full when I had to No gym cla** for your b**h a**, you can get cut up with a number 2 Come through with that gun too, how a rap n***a make me uncomfortable n***a wouldn't believe it only me and a teacher Up in woodshop cla** without a tool Just another n***a with an attitude Slingin' adderall to a latitude Couple blacks and latins, I was astronaut, then when the spaceman jump man I need the loot Short bus on the way to school, hoes puttin' this game to lose, but I came to won Went to school with some cold-blood n***as, I ain't finna be scared of y'all, God damn [Hook:] A few shinin' stars know exactly who you are Be your shinin' star [?] [Verse 2:] Every intention to ride on these n***as Eatin' free lunch Monday through Friday just like all of these n***as But I ain't tryna grow up like all of these n***as But I ain't tryna be in wars with all of these n***as I'm a blend in, I'm a get in where I fit in, I'm a do me See some white kids in the hallway, they get all A's but they do E Truthfully as far as shootin' fouls I was 2 and 3 My record doe, they respect it doe, cause them group home n***as was just too deep And we was too deep, and it's a big difference n***as talkin' bout bullies I saw children on dippers Mothers is strippers, trouble was frequent Survival of the fittest, weaklings don't make it a weekend And to think these rappers still tryna scare somebody Still never hit a body, wrote a million songs about it And meanwhile I'm the sh** like a fully-functioning somersaulting porta-potty 'Til I'm off to college School daze [Hook]