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Alright, my momma say I'm pessimistic
They say I got a call-in from God
Well I guess I missed it
And my father breathing down my neck about a nine to five
I ain't really vibe with that shit
So I guess I'm different
Ok now where should I begin
The moment I decided to settle for
Nothing less than — to win
At northeast state community college
At summer's end
Staying steady with my pad, my pen, my headphones in
I'm locked in, hungry as ever
Going through it
My sophomore year of college life really brought me to it
Driving home from work like - what the fuck I'm doing
Check my bank statement then my whole vibe getting ruined
Then I'm back to class
Give a fuck about the subject matter they teaching to me
I'm just tryna pass
Fantasizing bout happiness and cash, thinking to myself
How a business admin degree gon' help me achieve that
You got answers, I need that
Ah shit wait nah
You got cancerous feedback
And I ain't tryna see that (No)
The type of shit that make you step outside
I'm bout to lose my mind
Could probably use a lil help (Aye)
Could probably use a lil help now
Alright now fast forward, summertime twenty seventeen
So much I have still yet to see
And so much I am still yet to be (Still)
With plenty on my plate
Took myself to the middle of the state
To get my education straight
I had to pave the way (Yeah)
Yeah it's been a lotta moves made
I met a lot of smiling motherfuckers but they two face
Jewelry on they dresser
But they missing rent on Tuesday
They even had the nerve to go and threaten to shoot me
Still, they know Imma rap till I'm blue-faced
I might've had a roommate that moved weight
Back and forth through a suitcase
A bitch who fucked me over
I took myself to a new place
Let them bring me down, no way
I had to go relocate
Out in Appalachia
I still reside as a no-name
Tank still full of low grade
Ain't never been no snowflake
And every single bit of this shit homemade
I been steady doing this shit for years for real with no pay
I blew the fucking talent out the water at the showcase
Like every single word I said was propane
I ain't playing no games
Yeah, I said this shit gon last forever
I guess that make me a ghost mane
So if I ghosted you at least now you know that's my whole thang
Yeah, and you know none of y'all want this motherfucking smoke mane
They say I got a call-in from God
Well I guess I missed it
And my father breathing down my neck about a nine to five
I ain't really vibe with that shit
So I guess I'm different
Ok now where should I begin
The moment I decided to settle for
Nothing less than — to win
At northeast state community college
At summer's end
Staying steady with my pad, my pen, my headphones in
I'm locked in, hungry as ever
Going through it
My sophomore year of college life really brought me to it
Driving home from work like - what the fuck I'm doing
Check my bank statement then my whole vibe getting ruined
Then I'm back to class
Give a fuck about the subject matter they teaching to me
I'm just tryna pass
Fantasizing bout happiness and cash, thinking to myself
How a business admin degree gon' help me achieve that
You got answers, I need that
Ah shit wait nah
You got cancerous feedback
And I ain't tryna see that (No)
The type of shit that make you step outside
I'm bout to lose my mind
Could probably use a lil help (Aye)
Could probably use a lil help now
Alright now fast forward, summertime twenty seventeen
So much I have still yet to see
And so much I am still yet to be (Still)
With plenty on my plate
Took myself to the middle of the state
To get my education straight
I had to pave the way (Yeah)
Yeah it's been a lotta moves made
I met a lot of smiling motherfuckers but they two face
Jewelry on they dresser
But they missing rent on Tuesday
They even had the nerve to go and threaten to shoot me
Still, they know Imma rap till I'm blue-faced
I might've had a roommate that moved weight
Back and forth through a suitcase
A bitch who fucked me over
I took myself to a new place
Let them bring me down, no way
I had to go relocate
Out in Appalachia
I still reside as a no-name
Tank still full of low grade
Ain't never been no snowflake
And every single bit of this shit homemade
I been steady doing this shit for years for real with no pay
I blew the fucking talent out the water at the showcase
Like every single word I said was propane
I ain't playing no games
Yeah, I said this shit gon last forever
I guess that make me a ghost mane
So if I ghosted you at least now you know that's my whole thang
Yeah, and you know none of y'all want this motherfucking smoke mane
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