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.