Coulda Graduated
I remember I seen my first shoot out
I was fascinated
So many of times I could've died
I swear I barely made it
Momma hate the way I run the streets
I could have graduated
Fuck throwing slangs
They know we slanging iron
Bitch I don't have to say it
Spin the bin then double back agian
That's how we had to play it
I grew up on Wayne and Soulja slim
Why the fuck you soulja hating
My brother died I took that to the chin
Like fuck a conversation
Bro we can't let that shit happen again
Been thinking bout crashing lately
Nigga bet not say he smoking my homie
I never link with the fake and the phony
Fans run up like they don't know it be on me
Got to stay strap cause I know I ain't the only
One
But a nigga got aim like a Sony
He just caught a lil shot, but he gon be
Straight
Cause nigga get shot everyday, ok
You tough right
Well shut your face
All my dawgs trying to touch that wraith
All your dogs trying to fuck your bae
Too many shots got sent this way
Plus they still treating us like slaves
They said this rap shit wasn't gon last
I guess I'm still in that phase
You don't want no smoke
With a nigga like me
Cause you a never know
Who the shooter might be
I was dirty as the fuck
Yup
In my white T
I got my foot on their necks
They think it's Covid-19
When you talk shit you got to back it up
It'll happen twice if you let it happen once
Niggas go to jail and they come back
Too much
Giving out names like it wouldn't get back
to us
Hate making statements and people who state the obvious
My mind state legislation
Don't let them bother me
Embracing my preparation
Devising profit splits
It ain't just talent
It's a whole other side of it
Sometimes I took my shot and missed, but
I remember I seen my first shoot out
I was fascinated
So many of times I could've died
I swear I barely made it
Momma hate the way I run the streets
I could have graduated
Fuck throwing slangs
They know we slanging iron
Bitch I don't have to say it
Spin the bin then double back agian
That's how we had to play it
I grew up on Wayne and Soulja slim
Why the fuck you soulja hating
My brother died I took that to the chin
Like fuck a conversation
Bro we can't let that shit happen again
Been thinking bout crashing lately
I was fascinated
So many of times I could've died
I swear I barely made it
Momma hate the way I run the streets
I could have graduated
Fuck throwing slangs
They know we slanging iron
Bitch I don't have to say it
Spin the bin then double back agian
That's how we had to play it
I grew up on Wayne and Soulja slim
Why the fuck you soulja hating
My brother died I took that to the chin
Like fuck a conversation
Bro we can't let that shit happen again
Been thinking bout crashing lately
Nigga bet not say he smoking my homie
I never link with the fake and the phony
Fans run up like they don't know it be on me
Got to stay strap cause I know I ain't the only
One
But a nigga got aim like a Sony
He just caught a lil shot, but he gon be
Straight
Cause nigga get shot everyday, ok
You tough right
Well shut your face
All my dawgs trying to touch that wraith
All your dogs trying to fuck your bae
Too many shots got sent this way
Plus they still treating us like slaves
They said this rap shit wasn't gon last
I guess I'm still in that phase
You don't want no smoke
With a nigga like me
Cause you a never know
Who the shooter might be
I was dirty as the fuck
Yup
In my white T
I got my foot on their necks
They think it's Covid-19
When you talk shit you got to back it up
It'll happen twice if you let it happen once
Niggas go to jail and they come back
Too much
Giving out names like it wouldn't get back
to us
Hate making statements and people who state the obvious
My mind state legislation
Don't let them bother me
Embracing my preparation
Devising profit splits
It ain't just talent
It's a whole other side of it
Sometimes I took my shot and missed, but
I remember I seen my first shoot out
I was fascinated
So many of times I could've died
I swear I barely made it
Momma hate the way I run the streets
I could have graduated
Fuck throwing slangs
They know we slanging iron
Bitch I don't have to say it
Spin the bin then double back agian
That's how we had to play it
I grew up on Wayne and Soulja slim
Why the fuck you soulja hating
My brother died I took that to the chin
Like fuck a conversation
Bro we can't let that shit happen again
Been thinking bout crashing lately
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Writer(s): Christopher Payton
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