XV feat. Kendrick Lamar Textbook Stuff Lyrics

Zero Heroes Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Wichita
  • 2 Heroes Eventually Die (interlude)
  • 3 When We're Done
  • 4 Smallville
  • 5 That's Just Me
  • 6 Awesome (remix)
  • 7 Pictures on My Wall
  • 8 Textbook Stuff
  • 9 All for Me
  • 10 U.F.C.
  • 11 Foreign Exchange Student
  • 12 Swervin
  • 13 Best Days of Our Lives
  • 14 Ending Credits (interlude)
  • 15 The Last Hero
  • [Hook]
    There, there, baby
    It's just textbook stuff
    It's in the ABC, of growin' up
    There, there, baby
    It'S just textbook stuff
    It's in the ABC, 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 something 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 crew
    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

    [Hook]
    There, there, baby
    It's just textbook stuff
    It's in the ABC, of growin' up
    There, there, baby
    It's just textbook stuff
    It's in the ABC, of growin' up

    [Verse 2: XV]
    Uhh, So why ain't I go to college
    My mommas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it
    My niggas said V's buggin'
    Stay on your computer software, debugging
    But we holding hardware cause we thuggin'
    Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed
    And all this snow, I call it Infant Sorrow
    With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow
    Sold CDs in the mall, making dough like Sbarro
    Then I left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo
    They banking I don't do well, and I don't mean Fargo
    But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow
    Baby brother took a charge harder than LeBron and Rondo
    Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the Bible
    Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle
    My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol
    I looked at him, told him sit down
    This information is vital, look

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
    Living my life like I'm living right
    In the midst of a fire pit
    The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song
    And I roam with the heart of a violin
    Don't violate my patience I'm waiting, to kill a man
    As I stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
    If I gotta eat, I steel like a metal piece
    I'm screamin' out fuck the police
    I'm dealing my cards with Jokers on em
    You can disown him or stone him
    I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets
    You couldn't live your life for the moment
    When I'm foamin' at the mouth
    And my sharpest of teeth showin'
    I'm in the back of a black Buick
    Finna black out, like February
    Ain't that's how Black's do it, right
    I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa
    I'm screaming for help, as loud as I can but that's not working
    I'm working them corners like blueprints
    Then caught an L on my first offence
    The judge threw the book at me
    And said this

    [Hook]

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