Stacks, Threads, Lessons

Yeah,

check it

Brand new kicks,

same old crew

Class is in session

Early morning, bus stop,

cold wind blowing

Fresh denim, brand new shoes,

we showing

Passed the homie half my sandwich on the walk in We didn't

have much, but we kept on talking Now we counting lunch money,

plotting on the weekend

Promise if I make a mill,

we both deep in

Same friends from the back of the class Sharing every single dollar

that we pass

New clothes but the same old soul

Growing up, trying not to lose control

(yeah,

trying not to lose control)

Hallway crowds, lockers banging on the lockers Dreaming of the stage,

we were never soccer players Saved up three months just to buy

the jacket Now we wear it like a crown,

cannot crack it

No bank account but our word was a treasure Loyalty is something

that you cannot measure

We had nothing but the clothes on our back (nothing else) Just

some dreams on a cassette track (uh-huh)

Now look at where we stand

Same friends from the back of the class Sharing every single dollar

that we pass

New clothes but the same old soul Growing up,

trying not to lose control

(yeah,

trying not to lose control)

Yeah,

class dismissed

Still the same ones Same crew,

new shoes (hahaha)