Uh, good morning Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed I mean, damn, did you even see the test You got D's motherfucker, D's, Rosie Perez And yes, barely pass any and every class Lookin' at every ass Cheated on every test I guess this is my dissertation Homie, this shit is basic Welcome to graduation Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning On this day we become legendary Everything we dreamed of I'm like a fly Malcolm X Buy any jeans necessary Detroit wear cleaned up From the streets of the league From an eighth to a key But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets From the moments of pain Look how far we done came Haters sayin' ya changed Now ya doin' ya thang Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning Look at the valedictorian scared of the future While I hop in the Delorean Scared-to-face-the-world complacent career student Some people graduate, but we still stupid They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around Just peep this, preach us, teach us, Jesus Okay, look up now, they done stole your streetness After all of that, you receive this Good morning Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Get on down Every time that we hear them Good morning Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Get on down Every time that we hear them Good morning Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Get on down Every time that we hear them Good morning Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Get on down Get on down Get, get on down Get on down Get, get on down