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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West
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| Mr. Fresh, Mister, by himself he’s so impressed
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| I mean damn, did you even see the test?
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| You got D’s, muthafucka D’s, Rosie Perez
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| And yer ass barely passed any and every class
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| Looking at every ass, cheated on every test
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| I guess, this is my dissertation
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| Homie this shit is basic, welcome to Graduation
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning, on this day we become legendary
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| Everything we dreamed of
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| I’m like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary
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| Detroit Red cleaned up
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| From the streets to the league, from an eighth to a key
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| But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets
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| From the moments of pain, look how far we done came
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| Haters saying you changed, now you doing your thang
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning!
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| Good morning, look at the valedictorian
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| Scared of the future while I hop in the DeLorean
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| Scared to face the world, complacent career student
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| Some people graduate, but be still stupid
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| They tell you read this, eat this, don’t look around
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| Just peep this, preach this, teach us, Jesus
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| Okay look up now, they done stole yo' streetness
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| After all of that you received this
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| Good morning!
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| Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
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| Every time that we hear them
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| Good morning!
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| Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
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| Every time that we hear them
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| Good morning!
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| Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
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| Every time that we hear them
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| Good morning!
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| Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
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| Get on down
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| Get, get on down
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| Get on down
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| Get, get on down |