Graduation
Yeah
Dis 1 feels like im ascendin
Or makin some type of transition
Aint my imagination I had 2 make it
I gots 2 do somethin different
Its like dat graduation feelin
Im leavin dees streets 4 my children
I just gotta listen
Listen
Listen 2 my BM
Yeah she my life coach
Prepared me on how 2 deal wit dees white folks
I crossed got lost like Matthew Frank
I dont wanna have another high profile case
Yall aint know El Chapo til he xscaped
Worst thang Tay K Eva did was sang tha race
Betta try n b quiet dont play n dem people face
B fine n ur spot dont make em put u n dey place
Accounts can b wired so put a lil n the safe
Sometimes u gotta grind til u feel a lil chaffin
Majority n ur mind cant keep blamin it on tha matrix
Goin at life from behind got 2 turn around n face it
Youll b fine soon as u make it fuels tha hatred
Dudes b fakin
N dey dont like dat stripes is worth mo den likes
N new dollars is worth mo than new followers
So dey start pourin da hate cause dey cant keep it bottled up
I roll up like Wiz I think n I wonder
Who gone tell dees kids dees streets is tundra
Just cause a igga ugly it dont mean he rough
N just cause a igga bummy it dont make em tough
It just mean he funny lookin n he aint got nothin
Iggas b bluffin
Who gone tell da children
Its a difference between jail n prison
Dont mean he was gettin bread jus cause he went 2 the feds
Iggas always b whalin bout how dey b livin
I hate 2 say it
Where im from u dont need but a narcotic n a gun
He probably was smokin jums
Look how far we done come
But sometimes I wonder r we really done
N tha 90s dey used 2 tell us jump around
Nowadays dey tellin us all 2 hunker down
Hunt u down if u smile
Ha Ha Ha
Ill b fine
Bottom line
Ive always had a helluva grind
But I retired n my prime like a Detroit Lion
Decided 2 write rhymes 2 avoid a sentence
Aspired 4 my desires as I shouldve from tha beginnin
I finally realized dat it won't no winnin
Best feelin when tha pack gone n u all finished
Den ur dawg call ur phone say he need 2 talk sum business
Done spent all his doe on cars n bitches
Now he need a loan 2 get bac on tha arm can u give it
Im sorry my dawg but homes u need 2 control ur spending
Know ur limit
Its sad but dis thang dat we done had it done came 2 an endin
Dis 1 feels like im ascendin
Or makin some type of transition
Aint my imagination I had 2 make it
I gots 2 do somethin different
Its like dat graduation feelin
Im leavin dees streets 4 my children
I just gotta listen
Listen
Listen 2 my BM
Yeah she my life coach
Prepared me on how 2 deal wit dees white folks
I crossed got lost like Matthew Frank
I dont wanna have another high profile case
Yall aint know El Chapo til he xscaped
Worst thang Tay K Eva did was sang tha race
Betta try n b quiet dont play n dem people face
B fine n ur spot dont make em put u n dey place
Accounts can b wired so put a lil n the safe
Sometimes u gotta grind til u feel a lil chaffin
Majority n ur mind cant keep blamin it on tha matrix
Goin at life from behind got 2 turn around n face it
Youll b fine soon as u make it fuels tha hatred
Dudes b fakin
N dey dont like dat stripes is worth mo den likes
N new dollars is worth mo than new followers
So dey start pourin da hate cause dey cant keep it bottled up
I roll up like Wiz I think n I wonder
Who gone tell dees kids dees streets is tundra
Just cause a igga ugly it dont mean he rough
N just cause a igga bummy it dont make em tough
It just mean he funny lookin n he aint got nothin
Iggas b bluffin
Who gone tell da children
Its a difference between jail n prison
Dont mean he was gettin bread jus cause he went 2 the feds
Iggas always b whalin bout how dey b livin
I hate 2 say it
Where im from u dont need but a narcotic n a gun
He probably was smokin jums
Look how far we done come
But sometimes I wonder r we really done
N tha 90s dey used 2 tell us jump around
Nowadays dey tellin us all 2 hunker down
Hunt u down if u smile
Ha Ha Ha
Ill b fine
Bottom line
Ive always had a helluva grind
But I retired n my prime like a Detroit Lion
Decided 2 write rhymes 2 avoid a sentence
Aspired 4 my desires as I shouldve from tha beginnin
I finally realized dat it won't no winnin
Best feelin when tha pack gone n u all finished
Den ur dawg call ur phone say he need 2 talk sum business
Done spent all his doe on cars n bitches
Now he need a loan 2 get bac on tha arm can u give it
Im sorry my dawg but homes u need 2 control ur spending
Know ur limit
Its sad but dis thang dat we done had it done came 2 an endin
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Rae Cosby, Troy Caple
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