Textbook Stuff XV (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[Hook: Imogen Heap]
There, there, baby
It's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABCs of growin' up
There, there, baby
It'S just textbook stuff
It's in the ABCs of growin' up

[Verse 1: XV]
Three women raised me
Famous Footwear paid me not enough to blow up
But showed up cause I ain't fuckin' 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 head wasn't raised
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 focused
But there's somethin 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 Crippin'
Just me and my two of my dudes, Blue Man Group
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 askin' why I'm truant at school
She said: