Alright, let's get up
6:30 in the morning (Oh my God), you got 15 minutes to eat breakfast (Alright, alright, alright)
Wake your ass up, Earl and David, right now (Lemme get five more minutes Ma, please)
No five minutes, nothin', get up (Oh, God, Earl, get up bro, get up my nigga)
I'm gon' get your father (Chill, chill, chill, chill)
He know how to get y'all up (It's too early for all that, Earl, get up, just get up my nigga)
Five minutes ain't gon' make ya or break ya, get your ass up right now
My mother kissed me on my forehead on my way to school
Told me to look out for my brother on our way to school
Walkin' passed the niggas that hustle, they told me stay in school
I probably would've fell in love with it if they would've made it cool
I would see Bloods, Crips, and Kings on my way to school
Makin' sure my outfit was mean, always was late to school
Report cards kept me in trouble, that shit'll break your mood
I was just in homeroom with him, this nigga made the news?
Fightin', givin' different addresses, they made me change up schools
Walkin' through the halls next to my opps, that was a dangerous move
Nice in ball, all the girls liked me, guess you could say I'm cool
Had love for a few of my teachers, but I just hated school (I hated it)
Either it was that or I just hated rules
I even was cool with the lunch ladies that would make our food
Brand new JanSport, the cops stopped me on my way to school
Like, "Go to class or come with us," funny how life'll make you choose
On my way to school
I seen everything on my way to school
I seen niggas die on my way to school (Die)
Just tryna stay alive on my way to school
On my way to school
You got a whip to drive, they gon' say you cool
Both eyes red, I got high on my way to school
Hope I don't end up dead on my way to school
Tried to cut through the projects, got robbed on my way to school
His mom needed help, he got a job, like, why stay in school?
His best friend just dropped out, he had some H to move
You got your pops, he ain't seen his father, he can't relate to you
His cousin pumpin' coke in the lobby and he been watchin' him
His Mama wasn't affordin' them Jordan's, he like, "I'm coppin' 'em"
His crew said, "Fuck school," he rather go hit the block with them
He tryna get a dollar, his mom made it, ain't no stoppin' him
He fell out with his man, he noticed he been with the opps and them
He ain't been to class in three weeks, this nigga wildin'
Heard about the island, that shit sound more excitin' than school
Couldn't give a fuck about a test, he tryna Prada his shoes (Red stripes)
On my way to school
Seen 'em about to raid my buildin' on my way to school
Pack on me, tried to make a killin' on my way to school
My life might've been different if I'd have stayed in school
On my way to school
Nike's and Adidas on my way to school
You ever seen a homicide on your way to school?
You never seen your homie Mama cry on your way to school (Never)
Mr. Brewster, you're always in the hallway, get to class
But I ain't goin' to math today, yo I'm bored, I'm failin' that shit anyway
How does detention sound before basketball practice?
I ain't took none of them tests, I ain't do none of the homework, not one of them shits, so ain't no point in even goin'
You got me in this shit mad early in the mornin', I'm doin' good in all my other classes
I'm boutta get up outta here, word
Just keep hanging out in the hallways, Brewster, you'll see, never gonna amount to shit
Never gonna amount to shit
Fuck outta here, man, whatever, man
They ain't teach me shit in here anyway
These teachers is broke, I'm goin' to the NBA
Fuck this school shit
You better hope basketball works, Brewster
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