Good morning, Good morning 
Good morning, Good morning 

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh 
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed 
I mean, [bad word]  did you even see the test 
You got D's [bad word]  D's, Rosie Perez 
And yes, barely pass any and every class 
Lookin' at every [bad word] 
Cheated on every test 
I guess this is my dissertation 
Homie, this [bad word] is basic 
 [bad word] to graduation 

Good morning 
Good morning 
Good morning 
Good morning 

Good morning 
On this day we [bad word] legendary 
Everything we dreamed of 
I'm like a fly Malcolm X 
Buy any jeans necessary 
Detroit wear cleaned up 
From the streets of the league 
From an eighth to a key 
But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets 
From the moments of pain 
Look how far we done came 
Haters sayin' ya changed 
Now ya doin' ya thang 

Good morning 
Good morning 

Good morning 
Good morning 

Good morning 
Look at the valedictorian scared of the future 
While I hop in the Delorean 
 [bad word] career student 
Some people graduate, but we still stupid 
They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around 
Just peep this, preach this, teach us, Jesus 
Okay, look up now, they done stole your streetness 
After all of that, you receive this 

Good morning 
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' 
Get on down 
Every time that we hear them 
Good morning 
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' 
Get on down 
Every time that we hear them 
Good morning 
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' 
Get on down 
Every time that we hear them 
Good morning 
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' 
Get on down 

Get on down 
Get, get on down 
Get on down 
Get, get on down