Good Morning

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning

Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West
Mr. Fresh, Mr. By Himself, he's so impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test?
You got D's, m- D's, Rosie Perez
And your ass barely passed any and every class
Lookin' at every ass, cheated on every test
I guess, this is my dissertation
Homie, this s- is basic, welcome to Graduation

Good mornin'
Good mornin'
Good mornin'
Good mornin'

Good mornin', 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 sayin' you changed, now you doin' your thing

Good mornin'
Good mornin'
Good mornin' and
Good mornin'

Good mornin' 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 stoled yo' streetness
After all of that, you received this

Good mornin'
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good mornin'
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down
Every time that we hear them

Good mornin'
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down

Get on down (get on down)
Get-get on down (get on down)
Get on down (get on down)
Get-get on down (get on down)