Good Morning

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Good morning

Good morning

Good morning

Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West

Mr. Fresh, Mister, by himself he's so impressed

I mean damn, did you even see the test?

You got D's, muthafucka D's, Rosie Perez

And yer ass barely passed any and every class

Looking at every ass, cheated on every test

I guess, this is my dissertation

Homie, this shit 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 to the league, from an eighth to a key

But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets

From the moments of pain, look how far we done came

Haters saying you changed, now you doing your thang

Good morning

Good morning

Good morning, and

Good morning

Good morning and 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 be still stupid

They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around

Just peep this, preach this, teach us, Jesus

Okay, look up now, they done stole yo streetness

After all of that, you received this

Good morning

Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down

Every time that we hear them

Good morning

Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down

Every time that we hear them

Good morning

Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down

Every time that we hear them

Good morning

Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down

Get on down

Get, get on down

Get on down

Get, get on down