I know 6 classes aren't enough
For people that wanna be doctors or engineers
But, I'm a musician
And honestly?

I wanna
Make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
I know you wanna make saints, but that ain't me
I wanna make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
50 damn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 damn minutes man, fuck this shit

I'm gonna be famous
I've got a spot and you bitches can't take it!
(No, they can't!)
'Cause you know that I embody
the slaves of pop cultures reign!
(Say hey! Say damn!)
Every page is a step to the day I take over the west
I think it's best to rest and leave all the rest to me!
I'm a descendent of a tribe called quest
What's my name? Take a guess
(What?)
You know I got them screaming (ah!) when I pop up (ah!)
Stock toilet paper cause I'ma lock all you bitches up!
When I go big, I'ma stop the world and rock n' roll!
But until then, I'll let you know that I'm still banned!
Because I wrote this verse
with a spray tin can in the back end of my school
I can't stand, man! I'm tryna

Make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
I know you wanna make saints, but that ain't me
I wanna make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
50 damn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 damn minutes man, fuck this shit

I'm gonna be rich (yeah!)
Bitch! I'm not a stich for your pain!
I'm a hammer and I'll punt your fucking brain!
Not an itch like the rappers getting radio play!
(Say hey! Say damn!)
Every page is a chess piece moving the direction!
A new section with passion!
Till I fucking step inside that hellish place!

Make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
I know you wanna make saints, but that ain't me
I wanna make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
50 damn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 damn minutes man, fuck this shit

'Cause if I spent all my time trying to be an engineer
I would die like everybody, never making out of here
And these fucking institutions
want to tie rocks to your neck
Delusions, looking at me funny
just for coming to conclusions by myself
Go to hell! I can tell you don't wish me well!
But when I'm wealthy and famous the world's gonna stop!
I'ma be the new king of pop!
And I'll rock n roll!
Oh, yeah! I'm tryna

Make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
7 class days, we got places to be
I know you wanna make saints, but that ain't me
I wanna make some money, just let them leave
Those 7 class days man, I can't think straight for
50 damn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 damn minutes man, fuck this shit