Uh, uh, uh      Good morning   Good morning   Good morning   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 mother, D's, Rosie Perez      And yes, barely pass any and every class   Lookin' at every a**, cheated on every test   I guess this is my dissertation   Homie, this sh** is basic, welcome to Graduation      Good morning   Good morning   Good morning   Good morning      Good morning, on this day we become legendary   Everything we dreamed of   I'm like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary   Detroit red cleaned up      From the streets of the league, from a ef to a ki   But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets   From the moments of pain look how far we done came   Haters sayin' you changed, now you doin' your thang      Good morning   Good morning   Good morning   Good morning      Good morning, 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