Verse 1

When I think about it this shit mean way much to me
So when I’m doing it ain’t doing it for profiting
My mom’s budgeting
Late night planning things
And she making all those calculations trynna make a means
Diamonds and blings
Cars is on rims
Or whatever, or whatever that’s a pricey thing
Wonder if those, wonder if those fucking priorities
Will help me in anyway become, become a better being
Even a king
I ain’t staying a prince forever
Collect my dreams
Make shit to come together
Pushing my heat
Under any and every weather
Whether I make it that’s his own way
Thought I ain’t looking for no easy pay
Each and every day
Trynna less the pain
Ain’t much to lose but a whole that’s up to gain
Man I was raised by game
Where we’re ain’t fazed by fame
Ain’t Common Sense ain’t the only nigga who beat the grave

Hook

I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning


Verse 2


I sit and wonder, “What’s important in the rap game?”
Who doing this?
Who doing that?
Who got the most chains?
Who got paid most by Forbes last year?
Shit, can I make this even more clear?
I guess, when I put my name on that paper
Money will be the only thing that will seem to matter
What? Fuck that! I don’t need no favors
I’m more real shit now and some shit never
Should’ve seen the face on my momma when I told her
“I ain’t gone be no doctor, nor a lawyer”
And money ain’t the shit that I’m after, not important
But see I’m working hard as hell to get that “A For Effort”
My niggas live their lives like they’re in the gutters
Cause a nigga’s life wasn’t built to prosper
Good Lord
Them niggas wear no rubbers
And be surprised and shit when they see the outcome
Good Lord. Ha, good Lord

Hook


I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning
I’m in search of some higher learning

Verse 3

Don’t let me mention all the mantions
If not Maybach that it’s Phantom
All the tension with fellow pears
The passion man is far from real
Looking at Hov like, “I wanna be him, if I can’t then I gotta beat him”
No one believe me till I believe me
I’m sixteen spiting sixteens
I rhyme better you plus other six teens