[Intro: Sample]
My real name is Quincy and
I'm not too fond of that name, so, you know
People call me Q, you know
Like a nickname, abbreviation
Well, uh, Quincy
Shouldn't you be out stealing hubcaps or something like that?
Excuse me? Speak up, I can't hear you
Boy, what you say? (DJ Dave)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
As I enter my lifestyle
N***a figured out my life while
Grown child, damn, life’s a bitch, so I don’t smile
Still puffing herb just to lower my eyebrows
Eye lashes, eyes close, ears open, gun smoking
Words spoken, raps quoting
Close your eyes to the vibe, see the pigs floating
Not a dog, kid, I’m the shit, see the rhyme potent
Hn, never one to hit you with the lies
Working on my gift just to better my surprise
Tatted up my face just to better my disguise
And I’m still ghetto in the hood, chilly with the fries
Put that on the fifties, yo, this rap shit is simply
Easier, fingertips greasier, name in the media, encyclopaedia
No rapper that's spitting, I get it they sentence
I'm lyrically sentenced behind bars
[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Beat dope, flow tight, guess a n***a go with the fast life
Sounds like, like hip-hop, hip-hop, work for something to something
To hip-hop, hip-hop yeah made a little dough from the fast life
Now I'm on the mic trying to spread lights it sounds like, like
Hip-hop, hip-hop, made something from nothing with hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
These white folks, they ain't care how I grew up
Gang signs threw up
Lifestyle blew up, travel different hoods
Every other curb knew us
Managed by the Bloods, though I still bang Hoover
Spitting that manure
Watch how I maneuver, buzz down in Cuba, flow like a lunatic
See the wrist iced out in this bitch, n***as know the world is mine
So your life in my fist, life real
Grinding hard just to pay the light bills
Spitting with aggression just imagine how my mic feels
Understandable why these n***as call me Hannibal Lecter
Fuck around, dissect you, top dawgs protect you
Nobody is better, I giving a lecture, no rest the semester
No sleep, eyes wide open, just letting my brain speak
G-E-D, Top Dawg E-N-T

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Beat dope, flow tight, guess a n***a go with the fast life
Sounds like, like hip-hop, hip-hop, work for something to something
To hip-hop, hip-hop yeah made a little dough from the fast life
Now I'm on the mic trying to spread lights it sounds like, like
Hip-hop, hip-hop, made something from nothing with
Hip-hop, hip-hop
[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Huh, so hip-hop got me rapped in
Punch opened up the back door, then I crept in
Let’s in, all this so nonsense rapping
Knowing that I’m living every single track I’m giving, man
Paying Gucci for tuition, learn to play your position
Murdered the competition, taking you on a mission
A journey to big dreams, my life in a sixteen
We trying to trap cream, I’m done with these dope fiends, it seem

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop, hip

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, what it is, man?
I don't know
K-Dot uglier than a bitch
Punch, what it do, man, you got a bald head (laughing)
Nah, he stop-- Wait, start it up, Soul
Four gage is wet, you, you, you-- (laughing)
Boy, I say "Yeah" after, after
Y'all four gage is terrible
I say "Yeah"
What it is, though
Y'all four gage is terrible
Yeah, ay, fuck y'all
Quit it, man
You now rocking with the ScHoolboy