Artist: XV f/ Kendrick Lamar Album: Zero Heroes Song: Textbook Stuff Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus 2X: Imogen Heap "Speeding Cars" sample] "There there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up" [XV] Yeah, three women raised me, Famous Footwear paid me Not enough to blow up, but showed up cause I ain't fucking lazy And teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I slumped in my chair and my grades, my hair wasn't waves Being fly was priority to the lowest I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way The Dead Society of a Poet, homie I'm focussed But that's something that a dude can't prove I mean fam, I was damn near invisible at school So I banged for a minute cause all my niggas was Cripping Just me and two of my dudes, blue man crew Had dreams of doing things they say that you can't do cause everything ain't black and white 'less you chew bamboo So I was after big bills like a toucan do All the while my mom asking why I'm truant at school, she said [Chorus 2X] [XV] Yeah, uh, so why ain't I go college? My momma's ultimatum made me say that I know I got it My niggas said, V's bugging Stay on your computer software debugging, but we holding hardware cause we thugging Now they in the trap house with some guns that they done borrowed and all this snow/Aldis Snow, I call it "Infant Sorrow" With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow Sold CDs in the mall, making dough like Sbarro Then I left the hood like, fuck it, don't need the cargo They banking I don't do "Well", and I don't mean Fargo But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow Baby brother took a charge harder than LeBron and Rondo Tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the Bible cause they a mind that's idle is a Devil's toy aisle My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol I looked at him, told him sit down, this information is vital, look [Chorus 2X] [Kendrick Lamar] Living my life like I'm living right In the midst of a fire pit, the gangbanging and violence is the sweetest song, and I roam with the heart of a violin Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting, to kill a man As I stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets If I gotta eat, I steal/steel like a metal piece I'm screaming out, fuck the police, I'm dealing my cards with jokers on 'em You can disown him or stone him, I'm throwing them rocks back with the fury of bullets, you couldn't live your life for the moment when I'm foaming at the mouth and my sharpest of teeth showing I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February, ain't that's how blacks do it, right? I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa I'm screaming for help as loud as I can, but that's not working I'm working them corners like blueprints, then caught an L on my first offence The judge threw the book at me, then said this [Chorus 2X]