Figured Out
I ain't nothing special shit I'm just another singing rapper
I went away to school and ended up a better trapper
Niggas got degrees for sellin' P's I'm tryna get my masters
Pressure to get my life together faster, uh
How do I deal with disappointment?
I'm only 23 and made a lot of bad choices
If He gone make a way, then shit, my way just feels pointless
I hope that God listens to my story it's important
Only in my 20's thought I'd have my shit figured out, uh
I still ain't got nothing figured out yet
Uh, I ain't got nothin' figured out
Pressure to make it but I don't know how
I got one semester left and still ain't learned shit
I gotta help out with the bills I better learn quick
Spent a lotta time in college still ain't makin' cents
But watching my family struggle only makin' me sick
I got niggas that's still at home, I got niggas doin' well
I got niggas that got babies, I got niggas in the cell, uh, yeah
Where do I see myself?
I cut class to chase ass, I shoulda got the bag
Shawty hit my phone said she need like 1.5
Second semester GPA was like 1.5
I wasn't fucking with that school shit I was tryna survive
I'm sellin' beats, I'm sellin' tree, I'm sellin' studio time
And I hate smokin' my own shit but I need to get high
I need that pressure for that pressure that been in my life, yeah
I need that pressure for that pressure
For the shit I be goin' through
I went away to school and ended up a better trapper
Niggas got degrees for sellin' P's I'm tryna get my masters
Pressure to get my life together faster, uh
How do I deal with disappointment?
I'm only 23 and made a lot of bad choices
If He gone make a way, then shit, my way just feels pointless
I hope that God listens to my story it's important
Only in my 20's thought I'd have my shit figured out, uh
I still ain't got nothing figured out yet
Uh, I ain't got nothin' figured out
Pressure to make it but I don't know how
I got one semester left and still ain't learned shit
I gotta help out with the bills I better learn quick
Spent a lotta time in college still ain't makin' cents
But watching my family struggle only makin' me sick
I got niggas that's still at home, I got niggas doin' well
I got niggas that got babies, I got niggas in the cell, uh, yeah
Where do I see myself?
I cut class to chase ass, I shoulda got the bag
Shawty hit my phone said she need like 1.5
Second semester GPA was like 1.5
I wasn't fucking with that school shit I was tryna survive
I'm sellin' beats, I'm sellin' tree, I'm sellin' studio time
And I hate smokin' my own shit but I need to get high
I need that pressure for that pressure that been in my life, yeah
I need that pressure for that pressure
For the shit I be goin' through
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Writer(s): Aaron Omari Keith
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