Textbook Stuff

作词 : XV

作曲 : XV

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up

(XV)Three women raised me

Famous Footwear paid me not enough to blow up

But showed up cause I ain't ******' lazy

And teachers thought I was dumb or crazy

Or both

With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

My head wasn't raised

Being fly was priority to the lowest

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

The dead society of a poet

Homie I'm focused

But there's something that a dude can't prove

I mean fam, I was damn near invisible at school

So I banged for a minute

Cause all my niggas was crippin'

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Had dreams of doing things they say that you can't do

Cause everything ain't black and white, 'less you chew bamboo

So I was after big bills like a toucan do

All the while my mom askin' why I'm truant at school

She said

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up

Uhh, So why ain't I go to college

My mommas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it

My niggas said V's buggin'

Stay on your computer software, debugging

But we holding hardware cause we thuggin'

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

And all this snow, I call it Infant Sorrow

With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow

Sold CDs in the mall, making dough like ******arro

Then I left the hood, like ****** it don't need the cargo

They banking I don't do well, and I don't mean Fargo

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Baby brother took a charge harder than LeBron and Rondo

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the Bible

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

I looked at him, told him sit down

This information is vital, look

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up

(Kendrick:)Living my life like I'm living right

In the midst of a fire pit

The *********ing and violence, is the sweetest song

And I roam with the heart of a violin

Don't violate my patience I'm waiting, to kill a man

As I stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

If I gotta eat, I steel like a metal piece

I'm screamin' out ****** the police

I'm dealing my cards with Jokers on em

You can disown him or stone him

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

You couldn't live your life for the moment

When I'm foamin' at the mouth

And my sharpest of teeth showin'

I'm in the back of a black Buick

Finna black out, like February

Ain't that's how Black's do it, right

I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa

I'm screaming for help, as loud as I can but that's not working

I'm working them corners like blueprints

Then caught an L on my first offence

The judge threw the book at me

And said this

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up

There, there, baby

It's just textbook stuff

It's in the ABC, of growin' up