Graduation Speech

I'm dying to live and I'm living to fly
To all the people who don't have shit, so didn't I
Until I took a look around the room and dove in my mind
And took a trip to Mars and back and realized something ain't right
I just might, buy a Louis bag and put it on my back
And put the city on the map, fuck ya bitch, take a nap
The next day I wake up realizing that I can fucking rap
And the day after that, hell I might just snap

For now, we gotta take care of what's in front of us
Take a look up in the mirror and accept you're one of us
From the dirt like Joe momma ain't helping none of us
You got rent, you got a girl, you better get your money up

But how? How do I do it, Adam? Please tell me how
How am I supposed to get the money and the bitches and get chow?
All my parents ever wanted me to do was mope around
But fuck, I ain't worth shit, guess I'll just drown

Nah man, what the fuck is that? You gonna own your shit or not?
Could be rolling, blazed up with your homies on a fucking yacht
You could be sipping syrup in a castle, passing around shots
If not, enjoy watching me on top,

With a drop-top Benz, wearing ice cold gems
Flying round the world while the clock still spins
And a whole lot of wins and whole lot of sins
And whole of net to make Bezos' head spin

Do you realize where we are? This is Earth!
You're put here for a reason from the second of your birth
Go back to the mirror and dig deep to find your worth
Anything you want in life is yours, know that you're secure

If you're feeling insecure, then go back to the mirror
Look into your eyes and realize that you're bigger
Fuck ya boss, fuck a loss, they ain't ready for the sauce
They ain't ready for it all, they ain't ready for it all...
Adam back, I ain't going nowhere this time
Fucked a couple dimes on the side, now I'm ready to rhyme
You know I'm still spitting like before
I got a lot more going on, kicking in the doors to hip-hop

I said I'm gonna lose it
Never accuse me of writing a lyric that wasn't 10 out of 10
'Cuz I don't give a fuck, I got a skill and Immah abuse it
So lose the confusion and lose it bitch

Once upon a time there was the Rat Pack
Sinatra, Martin and a rapper who was half black
Now I'm the Fresh Prince coming for the crown
Will Smith couldn't outrap me even if he wearing matte black

I feed it, I need it, I'm feeling undefeated
A little mistreated but my mind gonna beat it
I'm pushing to the top, of the top of the throne
If Jay-Z the new Sinatra, then I'm the new Hov