

Prompt / Lyrics
Intro) Yeah — street schoolin’, yeah. Lessons from the block, taught by the night. (Chorus) I got a block diploma, signed by the curb, graduated from the struggle, lessons learned.. Hallways was the avenues, teachers with the nerve, I learned to count my blessings, gotta count my serves. Block diploma, block diploma — yeah, I earned it on the curb, block diploma, block diploma — made a king from what I first heard. (Verse 1) Mama told me read your books, Papa said read the room, in the class of sirens and lights I learned to speak the gloom. No guidance in the textbooks for nights cold as chrome, so the OGs did the lecturin', taught me how to roam. Pop quiz was a knock at the door, answer with your head up, detention was the corner where you either rise or get stuck. We traded promises and prayers, pennies for a plan, chalkboard was concrete, lessons inked in sand. (Pre-Chorus) Lost some classmates to the pavement, some to the fame, some wear scars like medals, some ain't even in the game. But those nights taught discipline, loyalty and pain — I keep the class in my heart, diploma in my name. (Chorus) I got a block diploma, signed by the curb, graduated from the struggle, lessons learned. Hallways was the avenues, teachers with the nerve, I learned to count my blessings, gotta count my serves. Block diploma, block diploma — yeah, I earned it on the curb, block diploma, block diploma — made a king from what I first heard. (Verse 2) First lesson: move quiet, let the money speak, second lesson: protect your circle when they weak. Third lesson: how to smile when the world tryna take you down, fourth lesson: keep your head, don’t fold, don’t drown. Homework was the hustle, exam was another night, I studied every moment just to make it through the fight. Teachers wearin’ hoodies, sermons from the stoop, graduation came soft when my fam came through the roof. (Bridge) Street schooling, don’t come with no cape, you either learn fast or you become what they take. I write my name in concrete, signatures in scars, diploma in my pocket, lessons in my bars. (Verse 3) Now I teach the youngins how to flip pain into pride, how to keep your soul clean when the world try to slide. Tell 'em morals over money, but learn to make the checks, respect the hustle but protect your neck. I send postcards to the block from floors I never knew, remind 'em that the same streets will applaud or chew. So graduate with honor, keep your people close, block diploma on my chest, that's the code I chose. (Final Chorus) I got a block diploma, signed by the curb, graduated from the struggle, lessons learned. Hallways was the avenues, teachers with the nerve, I learned to count my blessings, gotta count my serves. Block diploma, block diploma — yeah, I earned it on the curb, block diploma, block diploma — made a king from what I first heard. (Outro) Porque music See you when I see you Otro
Tags
melodic, streetwise, emotional, and gritty, male
3:05
No
3/14/2026