School Daze

Yeah

Take y'all back

To them school days, yeah

Fayettenam, what up, man?

We came a long way from stick and move

Niggas skipping school, just to scrap over bullshit

Nigga if you lose, it's a wrap, them hoes clowning

It goes down in the lunch room

I'm tryna spit this game nigga, fuck food

Bust moves to the hallway

My niggas posted on the wall, always

Ain't thinking about class, dog, my ass tryna parle

If we had this shit our way

We be standing here all day

But look the principal's coming, give pounds then we all escape

All late to class with fake passes

Living life in the fast lane, but ain't passing

They dreaming, tryna be the next Jay-Z and Dame Dashes

I ain't even open my book and it's time to change classes

Walk straight past my ex and don't speak

It's all good, I'll probably have new ex by next week

I just think, the shit we did was silly, yo I know that

But what I wouldn't give to go back, hey

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish

Yo

I walk another nigga girl to her class with my hand on her ass

If she say 'what up' later, I just laugh

Real sneaky, yo, gotta keep it low up in math

Let my nigga read this real freaky note Kiki wrote, yeah

Hooping up in P.E you can't see me on this gym Flo' (No)

But damn Vanessa booty looking sick up in them gym shorts

Uh, we bag 'em up, y'all niggas gonna have to wait

So they passing hate like, "Damn I can't wait 'til they graduate"

But some of my niggas will probably never make it

The S.A.T shit man I doubt they ever take it, 'cause

Instead of tryna send a nigga to a tutor

Them guidance counselors tryna introduce us to recruiters

It's a set-up

Momma cut the light on, time to get up

Make sure the shirt matching the forces then I head out

At the time I thought this shit was so whack

But what I wouldn't give to go back

Yeah, hey

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish

I'm a little grown, but still reminisce

Close your eyes nigga, you remember this?

Friday night football game, something I'll forever miss

After parties in the gym, grinding

Underneath the rim

You forgot your school I.D? Fuck, nigga, you ain't gettin' in

In the hallways acting like hoodlums

See the scrap? Naw, damn I always miss the good ones

Them rumors spreading fast with that he say she say

20 people on the phone 'cause everybody did three-way

Man we played them girls for the fools, but

Wasn't no ladies like them ladies from other schools

'Cause seeing them same old chicks got tired quick

She was just fucking my boy, now she all on my dick, gossip, damn

Another chick pregnant, another nigga gone

I reminisce on all the chicks a nigga never bone

Pardon me y'all I'm just flipping through some Kodaks

Sitting, wishing I could go back

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again

Yeah, I sit and wish

Yeah, this shit is dedicated to all my niggas man

R.J, Mike Shaw, Jim Brown, yeah

B. Nasty, Big Joe, Smitty, what's good? yeah

Terry Sanford High School, E. Smith

Class of 2003, that's me

I know y'all remember this