[Verse 1]
Yeah, alright
Bitch, I'm flowin' intelligence
Most these rappers irrelevant
Best believe when you're approachin' Heaven
Sense of reverence
I got the cleverness
Show most these rappers that I'm better than
All who say they up in here who be actin' competitors
But there's no competition
'Cause most these minds in the game seem to never listen
They look but they do not see
The change that is my mission
My hook's about to blow me up, call that nuclear fishin'
But even my hometown still sleepin' on the kid
That's why I got the national numbers up to prove we're gettin' big
Still I'm from the 307, I couldn't give a half a shit
If you don't wanna fuck with me, that's fine
The world, they missin' it
They said I couldn't do it, yeah, they said I couldn't try
Now everything that they said to me was proven to be a lie
Dreaming With Eyes Open, I'm about to show you why
'Cause I'm dreaming with eyes open with the view from the sky

[Chorus]
Welcome to the new school
Yeah, we your classmates
Ain't gettin' good grades unless it's from the rap game
Yeah, we the A-Team
Weirdest kids to hit the scene
Ain't sure what you're doin', but we're busy livin' out our dreams
[Verse 2]
Yeah, class is in session
Let's talk about the reasons why the rap game depressin'
They're rockin' Jesus pieces, yet the same time they flexin'
I don't think that's how God intended to spread His message
I'm not sayin' that I keep a Bible on my shelf
I'm just sayin' that these rappers often contradict themselves
Then what's "real?" I could really use some help
Everybody say they real, use the word till it's overkill
Stop us then gasp, muscle up and tell 'em how you feel
'Cause you know I'd rather spit to steal than to grip or steal
Every mainstream artist goes and says that they real, so
Are they all fake the day before they get the deal?

[Chorus]
Yeah, welcome to the new school
Yeah, we your classmates
Ain't gettin' good grades unless it's from the rap game
Yeah, we the A-Team
Weirdest kids to hit the scene
Ain't sure what you're doin', but we're busy livin' out our dreams
Yeah, welcome to the new school
Yeah, we your classmates
Ain't gettin' good grades unless it's from the rap game
Yeah, we the A-Team
Weirdest kids to hit the scene
Ain't sure what you're doin', but we're busy livin' out our dreams
[Verse 3]
Kill 'em the second I drop the dope that they seein' my logic
Show them the truth and they got it
Now follow through like a prophet
Shoulder much more than the chains
Rap still got some of a brain
Ain't the only one who came, there's so many doin' the same
We need to be heard if we really want change
Most of the world still never heard of our names
And let's be honest, we all want to get paid
But what truly makes an artist is what brought him to his fame

[Chorus]
Yeah, welcome to the new school
Yeah, we your classmates
Ain't gettin' good grades unless it's from the rap game
Yeah, we the A-Team
Weirdest kids to hit the scene
Ain't sure what you're doin', but we're busy livin' out our dreams
Welcome to the new school
Yeah, we your classmates
Ain't gettin' good grades unless it's from the rap game
Yeah, we the A-Team
Weirdest kids to hit the scene
Ain't sure what you're doin', but we're busy livin' out our dreams