take ya'll back. to them school days
we came a long way from sticking move
just to scrap over bullshit
it goes down in the lunch room
i'm tryna spit this game nigga
bust moves to the hallway
my niggas posted on the wall
ain't thinking about class
if we had this shit our way
we be standing here all day
but look the principal's coming
give pounds then we all escape. all late to class with fake passes
living life in the fast lane
but ain't passing. they dreaming
tryna be the next jay-z and damon dashes
i ain't even open my book and it's time to change classes. walk straight past my ex and don't speak
probably have a new ex by next week. i just think
the shit we did was silly
but what i wouldn't give to go back. yea
back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore
but some days i sit and wish i was a kid again. yea
i sit and wish i was a kid again
i walk another nigga girl to her class
if he say 'what up' later
i just laugh. real sneaky yo
let my nigga read this real freaky note kiki wrote
hooping up in p.e. you can't see me on this gym flow
but damn vanessa booty looking sick up in them gym shorts. uh
ya'll niggas gonna have to wait
so they passing hate like
'damn i can't wait 'til they graduate.'
but some of my niggas will probably never make it
the s.a.t. shit man i doubt they ever take it
instead of tryna send a nigga to a tutor
them guidance counselors tryna introduce us to recruiters
it's a set-up. momma cut the light on