[Intro]
Well well well, what have we here? Our proud graduates
Some of us will be excelling in life
In this shitty recording industry we call the Music Biz
Some of us will move on to higher drugs
And some of us will go on to a life of crime
Well anyway, it's your Graduation

[Verse 1: J.U.S.]
Thank you God for giving me these 5 long years
I could've enrolled in a [?] last year
But I stuck it out, homework I busted out (Fo' sho')
And all of my teachers, I refrained cussin' out
Who would've thought that the fat kid who ate glue
Could be standing right here on the same stage as you?
(Haha) I gotta stop and laugh
'Cause on my class rank I was 4th from dead last
A 1.4'll do it, I was skipping school and truant
Getting chicks to do it
The counsellor said I wouldn't be shit
A juvenille arrested for marijuana possessions
41 detentions and 10 suspensions
For cruel intentions and bad attendance
And not to mention all my bad test scores
So I know I'm only here now by the grace of the Lord!
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