[Intro] I'm on my XXL freshmen shit [Laugh] These folks know what I'm smoking on And a nigga smoking on that strong My niggas smoke so long we like Cheech and Chong nigga In these bars tell me one thing we do wrong nigga CJ, you ugly nigga Dessy not eating nigga This nigga ugly nigga I'm high as shit
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] To blaze or not to blaze that is the question First day of school late, already in suspension Shit, my principal a hater, mad Cause I'm a great debater and my principles are greater Sorry hater, catch me later No need to be loud and obnoxious Know the loud in pockets ain't allowed But I watched it open up my mind and my chakras So my conscience could block this topic So drop it I'mma make my way to first class Got to keep a blunt though, I always pass Seen hunnies in the hallway pass They all got class So they get high grades for ass Gas, got it in the bag Something serious Know it's gonna last nigga Fuck an eighth, period We smoking every ounce til we permanently delirious Sorry teachers with reefer I can't take this serious
[Hook] Y'all went to high school I went to school high Y'all went to high school I went to school high Y'all went to high school But I went to school high nigga My empire burning on fire
[Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis] We see nothing with open eyes I'm smoking lies I vocalize just to close these riffs, these broken tides Oh my, he's over the skies I'm so high Feel like heaven is mine Don't blow my h-i-g-h T-H-C, don't it feel great? Feel like I'm living that dream state Your purpose - are you a blessing or a curse? Curse these demons I spit like furnace to ward them off I walk this surface alone Lone wolf, super slacker Dyemond Lewis - yeah he a packer Caught a punch when these rappers Talk shit and try to act up Master do this freely, See slacker Don't hop on tracks unless I feel that they need me See I need her My knees be easy, been there before & Temptation constantly tease me Back in murrow classrooms I got brain to get me through school See, I went to school high Cruiser in the morning to get me to where I'm going But now the Era crew poppin But now we chop it up when we touring
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[Verse 3: Kirk Knight] As I astro in the hallways of Brooklyn Coll-ahge Is now an image of a pot head that's just about to Blow when he hit the microphone man you gotta Hear the rhymes and shots I lost in a sauce of pasta My green thumb touch a leaf beyond a cigarillo Put me in a coma for days, as a sleeping willow I was never blind my nigga I been open the window too much smoke whipping here Like willow, mine is still on the pillow, shit, got damn Just to think, Hot 97 and there is still roaches all in my sink As the clock tick, too much hours I'll be in glorious pink And I was aware my nigga that's what I fuckin' did We on the same page just to get a heading And now I got my head in, and now I'm just ahead and I never came in second, steady gettin' my blessings nigga
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[Verse 4: Nyck Caution] Look, yo assertive with this earth that keep me turbulent Curve a chick when I see this teacher who observing him Mama bickering about my eight signs, Said if I keep my grades high, then I'm living safely So I take five years to build a family Nine to five is the grind, I'm trying eat Man its always lunch time when I rhyme Munster cheese, bankin' honor rollin' and my mind is out to think But I'm in this damn seat with the teacher watching I hear the speaker poppin, I think that they have found my skrilla In this locker now they callin' up my mama and My girl outside my motherfuckin' class with this drama Like, "Jesse, I know you got a lot of things to do, But I wanna see you freaquently and I dont really do Like only me and you" ,bitch! I'm with my fuckin crew Do what Ima fuckin do, fuck a class and some loose leaf Someone pass me the doobie and I'm out, Life is but a movie
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