Senior Year (Outro)
Momma let me tell you momma
Momma let me tell you something momma
Momma let me tell you
I, I graduated highschool and I guess I'm fucking cool now
Bitches wana fuck, they be looking at me, juul now
Shit, guess it's fucking lit
Let fucking get lit
Feeling just sick
Bars are not the hardest
But I feel the hardest
Walking down the hallway
Knowing I'm a 12th grader that made it through the broadway
Walk like fashion shows you know bruh
Hold up look at me like I'ma
Straight boulder
I'ma boulder
I don't give a fuck my nigga
I've been feeling, Oh so vicious
And my lyrics they be feeling so envisioned ay
Yuh, I've been fucking living for this life
And I don't give a fuck, I'm right
Yea I don't give a fuck, I'm right
And I don't give a fuck I'm righteous, righteous
Might just get a fucking Bentley and that bitch might just be sitting next to me
When I be pulling all the hundreds in
I guess, this is just a stretch for me like rubber bands
Fresco
12 years living in an igloo
Aint shit that I learned
But I'll tell you what I did do
Yea I strategized my path
On and off the goal from passing class to chasing ass
And I wasn't good at math but I'm telling you it don't add up
Send us to school just to use us as a tool and get they cash up
But what about us?
What about us?
What about the homie that's been struggling cuz he owe deeds?
What about the lil dude that almost OD'd?
What about the shorty tryna go Hollywood?
Even though her momma gave her all she could
What about that hood lil nigga
Shooting mad hoops
Tryna go bigger
Hoping shots will hit the hoop before they hit his roof
Hit the juke before he hits the loop
Yea it's a cycle we all try to break
Be all you can
Grow that estate
Make no mistake
We all chase that cake
It makes up our faith
Still all that steak aint worth more than a wake
School aint teach shit but to make us okay
With popular culture that tells us "chase bills
Turn those lungs into gills and adapt to pay bills till you blue in the face"
They should've taught us how to look out of our way
They should've taught us how to build a better day
Talk up instead of down to our classmates
Yea it's cheesy but that's all I got to say
What I always say
What I always say
Love and prosperity
I hope ya'll enjoyed this shit
Senior Year
Momma let me tell you something momma
Momma let me tell you
I, I graduated highschool and I guess I'm fucking cool now
Bitches wana fuck, they be looking at me, juul now
Shit, guess it's fucking lit
Let fucking get lit
Feeling just sick
Bars are not the hardest
But I feel the hardest
Walking down the hallway
Knowing I'm a 12th grader that made it through the broadway
Walk like fashion shows you know bruh
Hold up look at me like I'ma
Straight boulder
I'ma boulder
I don't give a fuck my nigga
I've been feeling, Oh so vicious
And my lyrics they be feeling so envisioned ay
Yuh, I've been fucking living for this life
And I don't give a fuck, I'm right
Yea I don't give a fuck, I'm right
And I don't give a fuck I'm righteous, righteous
Might just get a fucking Bentley and that bitch might just be sitting next to me
When I be pulling all the hundreds in
I guess, this is just a stretch for me like rubber bands
Fresco
12 years living in an igloo
Aint shit that I learned
But I'll tell you what I did do
Yea I strategized my path
On and off the goal from passing class to chasing ass
And I wasn't good at math but I'm telling you it don't add up
Send us to school just to use us as a tool and get they cash up
But what about us?
What about us?
What about the homie that's been struggling cuz he owe deeds?
What about the lil dude that almost OD'd?
What about the shorty tryna go Hollywood?
Even though her momma gave her all she could
What about that hood lil nigga
Shooting mad hoops
Tryna go bigger
Hoping shots will hit the hoop before they hit his roof
Hit the juke before he hits the loop
Yea it's a cycle we all try to break
Be all you can
Grow that estate
Make no mistake
We all chase that cake
It makes up our faith
Still all that steak aint worth more than a wake
School aint teach shit but to make us okay
With popular culture that tells us "chase bills
Turn those lungs into gills and adapt to pay bills till you blue in the face"
They should've taught us how to look out of our way
They should've taught us how to build a better day
Talk up instead of down to our classmates
Yea it's cheesy but that's all I got to say
What I always say
What I always say
Love and prosperity
I hope ya'll enjoyed this shit
Senior Year
Credits
Writer(s): J Fresco
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