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