Skool Daze lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
Paint that picture real quick
That public school bullsh*t I went through or whatever if you want to call it
Understand where I'm coming from
School daze in this mother f*cker

[Verse 1]
Vick and Muhammad told me ride on these n*ggas
I told them stop it, that's a problem cuz I fathered these n*ggas
You see a lot of these n*ggas, is the spawn of my vision
They got rich up off my image, what they gonna do when I switch it
I got b*tches on b*tches, cuz my penmanship pimpin'
f*ck a pen man my mind is a palette, f*ck around turn a track to a picture
Hol' up, this art class for them trap dudes and react to it
I was out there when them packs moved, but never got to it cuz I had school
That's a fact too, my class full when I had to
No gym class for your b*tch ass, you can get cut up with a number 2
Come through with that gun, too. How a rap n*gga make me uncomfortable?
n*gga wouldn't believe it only me and a teacher
Up in woodshop class without a tool
Just another n*gga with an attitude, slingin' adderall to a lad or two
Couple blacks and latins, I was astronaut
Then when the spaceman jump man I need the loot
Short bus on the way to school, hoes puttin' this game to lose, but I came to won
Went to school with some cold-blood n*ggas, I ain't finna be scared of y'all, god damn

[Hook]
A few shinin' stars know exactly who you are
Be your shinin' star

[Verse 2]
Every intention to ride on these n*ggas
Eatin' free lunch Monday through Friday just like all of these n*ggas
But I ain't tryna grow up like all of these n*ggas
But I ain't tryna be in wars with all of these n*ggas
I'mma blend in, I'mma get in where I fit in, I'mma do me
See some white kids in the hallway, they get all A's but they do E
Truthfully, as far as shootin' fives like I was 2 and 3
My record tho, they respect it tho
Cuz them group-home n*ggas was just too deep
And we was two deep, and it's a big difference
n*ggas talkin' bout bullies I saw children on dippers
Mothers is strippers, trouble was frequent
Survival of the fittest, weaklings don't make it a weekend
And to think these rappers still tryna scare somebody
Still never hit a body, wrote a million songs about it
And meanwhile I'm the sh*t like a fully-functioning somersaulting porta-potty
'Til I'm off to college
School daze

[Hook]

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