Good Morning

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Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh

Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed

I mean, damn, did you even see the test

You got D's motherf**ker, D's, Rosie Perez

And yes, barely pass any and every class

Lookin' at every ass

Cheated on every test

I guess this is my dissertation

Homie, this shit is basic

Welcome to graduation

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On this day we become legendary

Everything we dreamed of

I'm like a fly Malcolm X

Buy any jeans necessary

Detroit wear cleaned up

From the streets of the league

From an eighth to a key

But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets

From the moments of pain

Look how far we done came

Haters sayin' ya changed

Now ya doin' ya thang

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Look at the valedictorian scared of the future

While I hop in the Delorean

Scared-to-face-the-world complacent career student

Some people graduate, but we still stupid

They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around

Just peep this, preach us, teach us, Jesus

Okay, look up now, they done stole your streetness

After all of that, you receive this

Good morning

Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'

Get on down

Every time that we hear them

Good morning

Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'

Get on down

Every time that we hear them

Good morning

Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'

Get on down

Every time that we hear them

Good morning

Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'

Get on down

Get on down

Get, get on down

Get on down

Get, get on down