Back of the Class

Yeah, yeah, uh

Uhuh, yeah

Yeah

Real life I'm about that

Not the wheel or the race or the mouse trap

Got a bed, real friends and a proud dad

I ain't even graduate, how about that, oh man

It's a shame, gotta teach yourself, to teach yourself

But please don't beat yourself

You gotta reach out, seek out, peep out

Somehow they seem real wild familia

For real, see to possibilitize

All's real with a constant different drive, no time ain't tryna minimize

Stop tryna operate within the lines

Free will it just feel it, trust feelings

Go ahead you can bust through ceilings

One by one, don't rush too silly

Might miss all the fun when you just too serious

I sat back of the classroom

And I ain't learn a God damn thing

(Ain't learned not a God damn thing)

But I started at the [?] and I turned out a G

Now look at me, good

Now look at me, alright

I might not have figured it out yet, but it's alright

Uhuh, yeah, yeah

Uhuh, yeah

Experience is as real as it gets

Feelin' a less of fear, can't slip from a desk

Gotta get up, get out, get something

Get the blood pumpin', get the bass bumpin'

No joke, gotta let go, echo

Can you hear in my speaker till the death bro

Watch your head, man forget what they said yo

Thinkin' for yourself is the best mode, let's go

Get to it, the school of makin' it stupid

No rudimentary rules, they using a no use

Gotta do it yourself, you know well

A welcome won't help develop you, oh well

Can't tell you, where or what happens

Ain't no closed captions, life is all action

[?] passin' while passin'

Class is all backwoods that's why I'm rappin'

I sat back of the classroom

And I ain't learn a God damn thing

(Ain't learned not a God damn thing)

But I started at the [?] and I turned out a G

Now look at me, good

Now look at me, alright

I might not have figured it out yet, but it's alright

Now look at me, good

Now look at me, alright

Might not have figured it out yet, but it's alright