High-School-Ish Video (MV)

Freshman year I came in like I'm the man (The man)
The seniors shut me down and told me, boy; I'm a fan (A fan)
Having lunch getting knocked up out my right hand (My hand)
Ain't ever told; can't snitch, boy to dirty Dan (Goddamn)
You know this rapping shit was always part of the plan (The plan)
Going nutz, bars clean; like spick and span

Learn the school
Learn the locks
Social studies 1 a clock
Skipped a few
Skipped a lot
Detentions booked on every block
Got kicked from class on the spot
Teacher said "dude talk a lot"
In the corner where I sought

I had to up my mind
With new ideas and thought
Cooking up new things
Got it stewing in the broth
Football and track, were the new clout chasing plot
Until I realize that ain't me and I can't be what I'm not

High school midst, got me in the past
But I've been f*cking up, freshman year was trash
I was weird as f*ck, and had a little cash
Was a virgin, so I didn't know the word smash
(Oh F*ck)
High school midst, got me in the past
But I've been f*cking up, freshman year was trash
I was weird as f*ck, and had a little cash
Was a virgin, so I didn't know the word smash

Sophomore and junior year put me in deep thought
I lost a lot of family members and I saw addictions fought
Running from the law, pray to god, they don't get caught
Now you go to jail, a bond is set, to be bought
A lot of shit in my life that people don't know
I used to live in Chicago, grew up on the south pole
But those things that I saw made me learn, observe, and grow
You hear me going Ku, on this beat, with my flow
Sophomore year I had a speech competition
Went nutz
Placed 3rd
Flew up in a big bird
Did a show
Play my role
Wanna make it big though
Out the hood
Apartment small
Ball out, crazy, like John wall
SAT
Just like rap
Gonna give this shit my all
You look lost
I got sauce
Vice pressy like a boss

High school midst, got me in the past
I've been learning shit, grew up way too fast
I've been counted out, Don't know who got my back
But I've got myself, Keep my ass on track
(Yessir)
High school midst, got me in the past
I've been learning shit, grew up way too fast
I've been counted out, Don't know who got my back
But I've got myself, Keep my ass on track

Senior year is here
And I really need a beer
Do not drink, When I steer
Because there's someone in the rear
Cutting class cause it suck
Racking them tardies up
Get my ID scanned by chuck
Security posted up
Outline, just wrote it up
Graduation feels stuck
Got a long year, just to pluck
Told the deans, what's up?
NHS on my chest
President, Tried my best
West Aurora, represent
I am thankful for my people and I'm thankful for my ex
Y'all taught me about life and how to achieve success
A nigga learned his craft, so he can be the best

High school midst, got me in the past
But I've been smoking dope; I've been smoking gas
I got a purpose and I know these niggas on my ass
They can't stop me until I come up on a money bag