Graduated Lyrics

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tryna make it out the struggle, tryna maintain

Smoke them cookies, ridin' dirty, ridin' with that thang

In case these ni**as catch me slippin', it's a dirty game

Ever since I lost my pops, ain't been feelin' the same

tryna make it out the struggle, tryna maintain

Smoke them cookies, ridin' dirty, ridin' with that thang

In case these ni**as catch me slippin', it's a dirty game

Ever since I lost my pops, ain't been feelin' the same

Ever since I lost my pops, bitch, I lost my heart

I've been tryna hide the pain, but it's tearin' me apart

Got me back, gettin' these streets, searchin' through the dark

With the Smith & Wesson, tryna live and n***a part

I'ma keep this shit playin', I'ma play it smart

These pussy ni**as make me laugh, cap and heart

Tryna get it out the struggle, so I play my part

Tryna cop that new whip with that push start

You be with that cap and shit, I want no parts

I be on some Mack and shit, tryna break her heart

Bitch, I'm sittin' in the front like I'm Rosa Parks

Shootin' bullets at these ni**as if they wanna start

I told my mama that I got you, we gon' make it work

I shed tears when I see my pops in that church

Draped down in all white, livin' out that hearse

I was numb to the pain, but you know it hurt

Bitch, I'm still in the game, get it out her purse

She can have a nine to five or she can make it twerk

I'ma still bust a play and get it off the work

And I still bounce out the whip and leave a ni**a murk

You was born to be a hater ever since birth

I'm tryna break this flammy chain, bitch, I'm thinkin' curse

I be in my own lane, speedin' like a horse

Tryna cop that new Jag or that new Porsche

Livin' life to the fullest, bitch, with no remorse

Call me Kobe, call me Jordan when I'm on the court

Shake a ni**a like a pit or pop him like a cork

You a pig-ass ni**a, I think you eatin' pork

Why you tell up on them ni**as pointin' up in court

You shoulda been Pinocchio, but your ass is dork

You shoulda stayed up at school or stayed up on the porch

But you dropped off in the streets and got your ass tortured

I came a long way and I'm still pushin' forward

I work hard for everything that I work towards

Still a pull-up in the Acura or a Honda Accord

I was blinded to the streets, but I can't ignore

I heard them ni**as sleepin' on me, let them ni**as snore

A bad bitch with some game, yeah, I adore

Cause she'll hustle like me and help me up the score

Head game, on fleek, pussy, I'ma enjoy

I just wanna be happy and show a little joy

But I empty out the clip on the fuckboard

And I can make a phone call and get you touched, boy

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