Croup - Lessons lyrics

[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 sh** the second week I hit up every cla** the first day like I was serious And then I changed my schedule - to lunch fourth period And lunch fifth period, if I ain't have gym, I'd have lunch sixth period Seventh - Who knows where he is? Given rapper's a** whippin's battlin' for lunch tickets Got my grade from the lady in the cafeteria You seen me in a cla**, 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 summer school? 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 cla**es 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 cla**es that they give you I wanna study art, the only kind they got is Liberal Okay, I can deal with that Plus this cla** 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 pa** 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 sh** - The f** 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 the sad song Wit sk**s 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! f** school. Yeah, I said it. Do whatever you want y'all All you gotta do is try. You could make it. I did. f** school