Lessons

Verse 1:

It's that time of year again, I know you all remember

Been 2 months since we said "See you in September"

It didn't take long to get ready for the new year

Ain't spend a dime on books, my loot went to my school gear

Felt like a celebrity - all the girls was checkin' me

My recipe was wear all my new shit the second week

I hit up every class the first day like I was serious

And then I changed my schedule - to lunch fourth period

Had lunch fifth period, if I ain't have gym, I'd have lunch sixth period

Seventh - Who knows where he is?

Given rapper's ass whippin's battlin' for lunch tickets

Got my grade from the lady in the cafeteria

You seen me in a class, I guarantee it was sub

Either way my whole day was a scene from the Breakfast Club

Report card day came, I brought my A-game

Ballpoint pen steeze, I got my grade changed

Did it 3 years straight - Yeah, it seems pathetic

In eleventh grade and I barely had eleven credits

You heard of super seniors? Well, I was a super freshman

Go to summerschool? Forget it, dog - I never learn my lesson

Now I'm about to show you things I bet you never seen

Dropped outta school at the tender age of seventeen

Get a GED, 1200 on my SATs

Even got the Dean writin' letters recommendin' me

It ain't like I was stupid - Trust me, I was smart enough

I hung out wit the cool kids cuz my classes wasn't hard enough

I learned everything naturally, and actually -

All the kids who laughed at me graduated after me...

Hook:

A little hustle it could take you to the top

Get it, get it, don't stop, people leave them kids alone

Don't let em tell you that you need a piece of paper

Can't nobody take your spot, you can make it on your own

Verse 2:

Now as I got older, life got harder

You gotta have ambition if you wanna go farther

I got a thirst for knowledge and an urge to get smarter

I enrolled in Brooklyn College, that's my momma's alma mater

I wanna make the most out of the classes that they give you

I wanna study art, the only kind they got is Liberal

Okay, I can deal with that

Plus this class I'm takin' gives you credit if you workin' at the radio station, so

I signed up, and the next thing I know

I took over as the host of the Hip-Hop show

Well, my pursuit for the rap dream got me kicked off the track team

My GPA dropped to a 1.0

Now hold up, wait a minute, there's nobody here to babysit?

You tellin me pass or fail I still gotta pay for this?

I don't got time or loot, so why the hell am I wastin' it?

Degrees, please - I get a decent job doin' basic shit -

The fuck I need this for? Watch how fast I withdraw

It's funny how my drive quickly switched like a six-four

That didn't last long, no need for this sad song

Wit skills to fall back on, it's time to get my rap on...

Hook

Verse 3:

High school - I dropped out of it

College - I tried it out a bit

I have no regrets, and actually, I'm quite proud of it

It ain't the only way to measure success or intelligence

Need evidence? Well, you can ask 8 US Presidents

Or make a film helmed by Tarantino or John Woo

Without Pacino, Robert De Niro and Tom Cruise

No diplomas, but they all got Oscars, you can't lose

I know most of you is wishin that you was in their shoes

Guess who dropped out too

Chris Rock and Cuba Gooding

Bill Cosby's GED is on the shelf next to the pudding

And not to mention Ray Charles, cuz that's walkin a fine line

But your degree comes from studyin' Shakespeare and Einstein

A whole lotta people made it that never graduated

That's why with education, I never been fascinated

Your lectures are overrated, so take a breath and save it

'Cuz it's real life that teaches you lessons that can't be graded...

Hook

Yeah!

Fuck school. Yeah, I said it. Do whatever you want y'all. All you gotta do is try. You could make it. I did. Fuck school.