[Verse 1: WizTheMc]

Monday, first class math attack

Second row way to close

My teacher already knows

That i just let him go

It’s hard to listen

'Cause he speaks so slowly

The opposite of cozy

I hope this class ends

I pray to the holy bible

I try to keep it kind

But its hard to keep my eyes opened

Try to listen to people who talk about equations

Thats damn exactly what I call time wasting

Now my minds focused to survive second class

English facing

I keep it slick with the lingo

Slick like my ballgame

I be fading

English class is where I loose my concentration

Actually never had it its always on vacation

When the teacher asks me something

I feel like in a police station

They call me lazy

But they don’t know how i be grinding

They hand me an F, but I keep my smiling

I’m not following your guide and I feel enlightened

[Hook: WizTheMc]

This is what I do everyday

I got no time to loose

I got proof in what I’m saying

Monday to friday I keep my complains

But the one thing, the rapping

I keep it maintained

[Verse 2: WizTheMc]

Tuesday two hours sports in the morning

When we playing basketball on the court

I’m destroying - everybody but the teacher

'Cause he’s playing the referee

German class is where I receive b to d’s

I agree my degrees not to high

But you will see that the best spitter

Comes from salt city

Lingo switcher, german nigga

Better get used to this

Stop listening to codeine sippers

Molly poppers

The stuff I’m putting out is for music lovers

The music got me

The music got us

Moving slow like on the moon

Nah no gutter

Pulling up I’m to fast for your shutter

And if they say another word

Hold up

And shut up

Trippin’ everyday I’m mad that I left niggas fucked up

It's time to get my buzz up

I keep it real no prada

I’m starting to paint my picture

Imma get fresh colors

The love comes straight from africa

Like my father

[Hook: WizTheMc]

This is what I do everyday

I got no time to loose

I got proof in what I’m saying

Monday to friday I keep my complains

But the one thing, the rapping

I keep it maintained

[Verse 3: WizTheMc]

Wednesday, thursday and friday

I don’t think about school I’m alright yey

And the music gives me proof

Fuck all your rights ey

I don’t need a single flight

Listen i’m flying

One day i’m in heaven

But the music’s never dying

Maybe i be hella fat

But never on diet

I got god I don’t need labels as my guidance

Everyday in the feed of Facebook or IG

I see young people writing bullshit with no ID

I see many people want to be rich and famous

But the thought of putting work in should be basic

But they rather do bullshit and be faded

Instead of doing their shit

And get celebrated

I’m really mad that people get easily degraded

Just cause they don’t fit in the system

Thats crazy

And, ah, for a fact

All y’all niggas lazy

[Outro: WizTheMc]

Thats everyday, everyday

And everyday, everyday

Every fucking day