Last Year
Ha, listen, for sure, I'm telling you
One degree, two degrees, outta there
What they gon say about you now dawg?
Keep on pushing dawg, keep on striving
Shoot for the stars, bro
I can peep the progress
Gunnin' for the top ten
Running out of options but I can't stop
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
I'm always in my mental locked in
Lately I've been plotting
How to make a profit, failure ain't an op-
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
I can peep the blessings I manifested and prayed on
God assured I won't wait long
I cast away the doubt of my enemies
Boy were they wrong
Promise when I get on
No doubting that I'mma stay on
Been showcasing the art since the colored pencils and crayons
Now I'm painting pictures
I'm getting closer to my dreams with every page that's written
I wanna cop a private jet that I can take some trips in
I want it now cuz when I'm gone
No I can't take it with me
Shout out to all the fans that came to listen
And I'm still rappin' bout my Bachelor's
But just know I got my Master's waiting
Just one more class away from my graduation
But I've still been so aggravated that I haven't made it
Tryna stay humble but often having a lack of patience
I brag cuz I'm that amazing
Big stepper, I crack the pavement
No faith in this age of rap
I'm taking it back to basics
With an active imagination
Never had me a mask and cape
But if rap's on the brink of death
Then I'm guessing I have to save it
Gunnin' for the top ten
Running out of options but I can't stop
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
I'm always in my mental locked in
Lately I've been plotting
How to make a profit, failure ain't an op-
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
Many are called and few are chosen
I knew when you were a little boy, you were one of God's chosen
Set apart and not like the rest
Predestined for greatness, I could see it all over you
They say a woman can't raise a man but I did
Words can't really express how proud I am of you baby
Thank you for listening to me and allowing God to order your steps
You stayed faithful and focused
And your rewards, they speak for themselves
Two degrees later and a long road of success ahead of you
I will forever be grateful to God for choosing me to be your mom
You did it, son, we did that and I'm here for it
Black excellence, that's you
One degree, two degrees, outta there
What they gon say about you now dawg?
Keep on pushing dawg, keep on striving
Shoot for the stars, bro
I can peep the progress
Gunnin' for the top ten
Running out of options but I can't stop
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
I'm always in my mental locked in
Lately I've been plotting
How to make a profit, failure ain't an op-
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
I can peep the blessings I manifested and prayed on
God assured I won't wait long
I cast away the doubt of my enemies
Boy were they wrong
Promise when I get on
No doubting that I'mma stay on
Been showcasing the art since the colored pencils and crayons
Now I'm painting pictures
I'm getting closer to my dreams with every page that's written
I wanna cop a private jet that I can take some trips in
I want it now cuz when I'm gone
No I can't take it with me
Shout out to all the fans that came to listen
And I'm still rappin' bout my Bachelor's
But just know I got my Master's waiting
Just one more class away from my graduation
But I've still been so aggravated that I haven't made it
Tryna stay humble but often having a lack of patience
I brag cuz I'm that amazing
Big stepper, I crack the pavement
No faith in this age of rap
I'm taking it back to basics
With an active imagination
Never had me a mask and cape
But if rap's on the brink of death
Then I'm guessing I have to save it
Gunnin' for the top ten
Running out of options but I can't stop
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
I'm always in my mental locked in
Lately I've been plotting
How to make a profit, failure ain't an op-
Gotta figure it out
Yeah we gon figure it out
Many are called and few are chosen
I knew when you were a little boy, you were one of God's chosen
Set apart and not like the rest
Predestined for greatness, I could see it all over you
They say a woman can't raise a man but I did
Words can't really express how proud I am of you baby
Thank you for listening to me and allowing God to order your steps
You stayed faithful and focused
And your rewards, they speak for themselves
Two degrees later and a long road of success ahead of you
I will forever be grateful to God for choosing me to be your mom
You did it, son, we did that and I'm here for it
Black excellence, that's you
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Writer(s): Fawn Hayes
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