[Intro]
Yeah!

[Hook]
Now mom's is gettin' mad
Cause I'm the only one of her three kids who can't pass...
A single class
Hold up I guess
It ain't that bad
I told her "give me 5 years and I'mma pay her back"
With hella cash
In bundled stacks
All because her son ain't never lack
In what he had
I'm talking 'bout the gift I was given with writing raps
And also havin' a mindset to never ever stop fighting back

[Verse 1]
Now momma
I know you mad at me
Cause I ain't graduate with any grade past a D
Me in the classroom never make you proud
Cause gradually
I did worse cause I was more focused on rapping jeez
I know you stressed a lot and went to hell and back for me
I'm on and off the medication it did tragic things
Concerta? had me fucked up but I was passing with B's
'til it almost took my life and it was back to the D's
Everyday's a new blessin' I be taking the advantage
Felt my passion never lost it writin' verses in spanish
Teachers took my phone every single day but I managed
Cause I would take my pen and write
Until my hands started cramping
Used to say I wouldn't make it with this good vibe music
Now I got 'em thinking "Hey, maybe this kid might do it!"
Got 'em shook because they always used to say that I was foolish
Just because I had a dream and I believed and I pursued it
[Hook]
Now mom's is gettin' mad
Cause I'm the only one of her three kids who can't pass...
A single class
Hold up I guess
It ain't that bad
I told her give me 5 years and I'mma pay her back
With hella cash
In bundled stacks
All because her son ain't never lack
In what he had
I'm talking 'bout the gift I was given with writing raps
And also havin' a mindset to never ever stop fighting back

[Verse 2]
My dean's name's Christine, told her my dream, she ignored it
Just like a lot of the staff at my school, I mean they all kid?
I can't really blame 'em I dream extreme but I was all in
But now they know my numbers and suddenly they supportive
Senior year was the worst of all if I'm honest
With the blowup everyone that switched up, I was astonished
Fond about the music now they asking me 'bout college
I told 'em I wasn't bout it and now they say that I'm childish
I had note books, none with notes though
Filled 'em all with hooks and verses
I ain't never showed those
Way too many dope flows
I mean it I'm so close
I feel like I've done a lot solo
I've never passed a test and if I did, it was a big day
Mom's would probably cry and celebrate it with a big cake
Problem is with class I'm not on time I've always been late
But that's a'ight cause now my teachers even ask for mixtapes
[Hook]
Now mom's is gettin' mad
Cause I'm the only one of her three kids who can't pass...
A single class
Hold up I guess
It ain't that bad
I told her give me 5 years and I'mma pay her back
With hella cash
In bundled stacks
All because her son ain't never lack
In what he had
I'm talking 'bout the gift I was given with writing raps
And also havin' a mindset to never ever stop fighting back