Cap and gown in the trash.Everybody asking, "What's next? College? A job?"Man, look around. I ain't working for minimum wage.I got a different kind of education in mind. High school is over, diploma on the desk,Living in my mama's house, feeling all the stress.Teachers always told me I should find a good career,But the thought of nine-to-five is my only real fear.Clocking in at eight, taking orders from a fool?Flipping burgers, washing dishes? Man, I'm way too cool.I look out the window at the hustlers on the block,I don't wanna be a sheep just watching the clock.I need the fast money, need the power and the respect,I'm looking for a life that society rejects. I ain't sending out resumes, I ain't wearing suits,I'm looking at the underworld, planting my roots.No college degree, but I'm studying the game...About to make them remember my name! I wanna be a gangster, skip the working class!Take the elevator up, break through the glass!Studying the armored trucks, the banks and the vaults,If I end up filthy rich, it's my own damn fault!No nine-to-five prison, I'm breaking the mold,I'm writing the greatest story that was ever told! I'm in the basement late, VCR is on play,Watching documentaries every single day.Studying the Brinks truck, the routes and the guards,How the legends played the game and dealt out the cards.Lufthansa heist, yeah, I took a lot of notes,Memorizing blueprints, reading all the quotes.Got the red string tied to the pictures on the wall,Calculating every angle for the ultimate haul.When do the shift changes happen? Where's the camera blind spot?If I make a single move, I gotta give it all I got. I ain't sending out resumes, I ain't wearing suits,I'm looking at the underworld, planting my roots.No college degree, but I'm studying the game...About to make them remember my name! I wanna be a gangster, skip the working class!Take the elevator up, break through the glass!Studying the armored trucks, the banks and the vaults,If I end up filthy rich, it's my own damn fault!No nine-to-five prison, I'm breaking the mold,I'm writing the greatest story that was ever told! They tell me go to college, get a student loan,Work until you're sixty-five, brittle in the bone.But I see the cash transit pulling up to the curb,Two guards, heavy bags... yeah, word.It's just math. It's just timing. It's an art.And I'm about to play my part. I wanna be a gangster, skip the working class!Take the elevator up, break through the glass!Studying the armored trucks, the banks and the vaults,If I end up filthy rich, it's my own damn fault! Yeah. Class is in session.But I'm the professor now.Watch the news.
