[Intro: B-Hazz]
Ohh, I remember those days
I remember the days of the pain and the suffering
And the not fitting in, and they would laugh at me (huh)
But now look at this shit (huh)
It's not about fitting in
It's about standing out
Yeah, huh, you know who it is

[Chorus: B-Hazz]
Remember back in high school
Bitches didn’t want me
Now I don’t need no school
Bitches pay to see me
I don’t follow no rules
Racing to the trophies
And no lil boy we ain’t cool
No you not my homie
Remember back in high school
Bitches didn’t want me
Now I don’t need no school
Bitches pay to see me
I don’t follow no rules
Racing to the trophies
And no lil boy we ain’t cool
No you not my homie
[Verse 1: B-Hazz]
I told you once, I told you twice
I ain’t playing with thesе digits
Pour some liquor over ice
Spеak my language, let’s talk business
Took a chance and rolled the dice
One day we making millions
Revealed the mission to my team, and then they saw the vision
If you sleep at night, you don’t do enough
I don’t sleep at night, diamond in the ruff
Put me on a mic, ya girl might show me love
Always saw the light, even in the dark
Stand tall through the hurricanes I’m gunn win
Used to see me with a frown, now they watch me grin
TVs without a classroom
Dear math teacher, this is fuck you
I’m pullin' off in a black coupe
Old friends sour like grapefruit
Ahh damn, cry about it, boo hoo
Ahh damn, cry about it, boo hoo
See, back then it was different
I didn’t believe how I believe today
My vision wasn’t as clear as it is now
At this very moment, you are witnessing greatness

[Chorus: B-Hazz]
Remember back in high school
Bitches didn’t want me
Now I don’t need no school
Bitches pay to see me
I don’t follow no rules
Racing to the trophies
And no lil boy we ain’t cool
No you not my homie
Remember back in high school
Bitches didn’t want me
Now I don’t need no school
Bitches pay to see me
I don’t follow no rules
Racing to the trophies
And no lil boy we ain’t cool
No you not my homie
[Verse 2: Yung L.A.]
Down bad, I felt the pain, I felt the pain
Thunderstorm, we still made it through the rain
Money came, stay the same, and never change
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Ups and downs, ups and downs, we no elevators
And I had dreams like ???
Sliding down Ocean Drive, made a right on Bailey (West side)
Did it all on my own, did it without the favors

[Chorus: B-Hazz]
Remember back in high school
Bitches didn’t want me
Now I don’t need no school
Bitches pay to see me
I don’t follow no rules
Racing to the trophies
And no lil boy we ain’t cool
No you not my homie
Remember back in high school
Bitches didn’t want me
Now I don’t need no school
Bitches pay to see me
I don’t follow no rules
Racing to the trophies
And no lil boy we ain’t cool
No you not my homie