text: Life
  Ooooh, yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah yeah uh
  Been always told to keep my head up
  But cliches just dont cut the cake when your neck tired from bobbing
  Lifes a stage, streets the cage
  We dungeon rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin
  Enough of the petite talk, Id rather have a nigga with a perm
  Aint got to have punk, on my side than a nigga who frontin
  To another niggas interpretation of god-stuntin
  My growth, why vote for president if he a spot guy
  Thats like choosing which bullet you gon get shot by
  A drank and some hot fries
  Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
  Well you gon die anyway, right? Wrong
  I plan to live forever, I know it seems mighty long
  If you think about it in Earth terms
  Thank god we on the TV what we let like earthworms
  Stay underground like Cheers or Dig Dug
  Only come above to shake hands and give hugs
  Lay your beautiful body down on this fur rug
  You got to give a damn if you do not give a fuck, ha!
  Rack em up cuz we bustin
  Once was the nigga in the back of the class who never said nothing
  His thought became an amplifier
  I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die 
  Jitterbug jam now can you dig it?
  Dont stop and uh dont quit cuz uh
  We own that high school shit and uh
  You know that uh we spit it
  Jitterbug jam now can you dig it?
  Dont stop and uh dont quit cuz uh
  We own that high school shit and uh
  You know that uh we spit it
  Jitterbug jam now can you dig it?
  Got issues on my mind like a fool from Columbine
  Will I swallow my pride or take that ride?
  Better think before my cock get slide and take a dive
  Into this hot pit like oil and grits
  Stand alone on my own ten toes against foes
  Its a snowstorm and you outside gettin cold
  Luck has struck one buck for seven every roll
  Throwin snake eyes thinkin a nigga gon fold
  Stand down like four black vogues on golds
  Snatchin all the dough and leavin yall broke
  Going all out for an A plus in class
  I bust ass walkin barefoot over broken glass
  Now who gon pass player? You wont last
  See we all in the race just taking up space
  If wes on the other side of the track grab the straps
  Thought yall knew wild dogs run in packs
  So who you think you foolin? We can get to dueling
  On some old school shit, like we high schoolin
  There he is!
  Get him!
  Yeah, sucker! Whatcha gon do now? Whatcha gon do now sucker?
  Dont stop and uh dont quit cuz uh
  We own that high school shit and uh
  You know that uh we spit it
  Jitterbug jam now can you dig it?
  Dont stop and uh dont quit cuz uh
  We own that high school shit and uh
  You know that uh we spit it
  Jitterbug jam now can you dig it?
  Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days
  Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, Ill go Tuesday
  Doomsday, homeroom was lookin beauty
  The girl I wanna cut is absent but I see a cutie
  But bump a flirt, I need to be doin this homework to graduate
  Saturate my body and memory on some algebrate
  Bro, why you holdin and totin thats to assassinate
  Go masturbate you jack-off, nigga take the hat off
  Im a third year freshman, I started with the best of them
  But now them niggas done passed me, Im just a baby daddy
  O.G. Original Goofball, and I used to slang the hard heart
  And smoke the soft softball saw through the way-hall
  Niggas up in the school, they know my name, look!
  But thats because my face is in like eight different yearbooks
  Couldve been took the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me
  Thinkin and drinkin and bankin open while like sesame
  All tellin me to chill out 
  Before you be a drop out 
  Or cop out, is when youre thirty-something at your moms house, yeah
  Dont stop and uh dont quit cuz uh
  We own that high school shit and uh
  You know that uh we spit it
  Jitterbug jam now can you dig it?