XV - Textbook Stuff

Song Rating: 9.27/10

Song lyrics:

[Chorus]
There, there baby, its just textbook stuff
Its in the ABC of growing up
There, there baby, its just textbook stuff
Its in the ABC of growing up

[XV - Verse 1]
Yeah, three women raised me
Famous footwear paid me
Not enough to blow up but sure enough
Cause I aint f-cking lazy
If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both
With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
In my chair, in my braids, my hair wasnt waves
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 Im focused but thats something that a dude cant prove
I mean fair, I was damn near invisible at school
So I banged for a minute cause all my n-ggas was crippin
Just me and two of my dudes, blue man group
Had dreams of doing things they said you cant do
Cause everything aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo
So I was after big bills like a toucan dude?
All the while my mamma asking why Im chewing at school
She said?

[Chorus]

[XV - Verse 2]
So why I aint go to college
My mammas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it
My n-ggas said Ds buggin
Stay on your computer software de-buggin
But we holding hardware cause we thuggin
Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I call it empty sorrow


With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow
Sold CDs in the mall making dough like Sbarros

Then I left the hood, like f-ck it, dont need the cargo
They banking out on you well, and I dont mean Fargo
But even if you leave somehow it try to follow
Baby brother took a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo
Tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible
Cause they say your mind is idol, its a devils toy aisle
My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol
I told him sit down, this information is vital
Look?

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 3]
Living my life like Im living right in the midst of a fire pit
The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room with the heart of a violin
Dont violate my patience, Im waiting
To k** a man as I stare at the celiing fan
As a fan of these wicked streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal peice
Screaming now, f-ck the police
Im dealing my cards with jokers on em
You can disown him or stone him
Im throwin them rocks back with a flurry of bullets
You couldnt live your life for the moment
When Im foaming at the mouth Im as sharp as the teeth showing
Im in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February
Ay, thats how blacks do it right?
I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa
Im screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not working
Im working them corners like Blueprints
Then cut a L on my first offence
The judge threw the book at me than said this?

[Chorus]

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 20:38