[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