[Intro]
Hey, look
[Verse]
Malcolm was a kid at his school, try and clown
Never did his work, just tried to fool around
Said to have potential to get all A's
But instead he skippin' class in the hallways
On any given day, probably showin' up late
With his eyes all red and a smile on his face
He laughed, give a dap to the security guard
Let him through with some bud, never worry at all
Go to class, pants below his ass
Too quick for history, but a little slow for math
Hopin' that he'd be out of there soon
Looked around the room, it was somethin' like a zoo
So, after fourth period, he would leave
Chief, hit the deli, grab somethin' to eat
He couldn't go home 'cause his Moms would trip
Besides, the whip is where his office [?]
Got his bud and his CD player
Comfortable seat and some good clean air
He used to say if he got enough paper
He would probably be the mayor
Or a movie star with his very own trailer
All his clothes tailored, got his meals catered
Maybe he could even be a painter
But this was now, he ain't worried 'bout later
Then he thought, "Well, an artist don't make no dough"
They tell me if I follow my dreams, I'll go broke
Hell no, we know we can't go broke
Takin' pictures when you can't afford to print the photos
Breakin' Swishers, she was so high
Stuck on the couch, watchin' time go by
He knew we had to keep it movin'
I told him to believe in the music
Hey, look
[Verse]
Malcolm was a kid at his school, try and clown
Never did his work, just tried to fool around
Said to have potential to get all A's
But instead he skippin' class in the hallways
On any given day, probably showin' up late
With his eyes all red and a smile on his face
He laughed, give a dap to the security guard
Let him through with some bud, never worry at all
Go to class, pants below his ass
Too quick for history, but a little slow for math
Hopin' that he'd be out of there soon
Looked around the room, it was somethin' like a zoo
So, after fourth period, he would leave
Chief, hit the deli, grab somethin' to eat
He couldn't go home 'cause his Moms would trip
Besides, the whip is where his office [?]
Got his bud and his CD player
Comfortable seat and some good clean air
He used to say if he got enough paper
He would probably be the mayor
Or a movie star with his very own trailer
All his clothes tailored, got his meals catered
Maybe he could even be a painter
But this was now, he ain't worried 'bout later
Then he thought, "Well, an artist don't make no dough"
They tell me if I follow my dreams, I'll go broke
Hell no, we know we can't go broke
Takin' pictures when you can't afford to print the photos
Breakin' Swishers, she was so high
Stuck on the couch, watchin' time go by
He knew we had to keep it movin'
I told him to believe in the music
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