Lyrics
Bars exam
Time to prove I learned
Hard exam
Nuttin new boy work
Pass this shit
You know I can
Easy money
Bars exam
Wait
How did I get here
How many times will I strive
How many times will I climb up the wall of the field I'm in and dive
How many times will I wake up at 4am
Stick put that bitch in the drive
Dreams on the boulevard
Heat on the grill of ours
We on book and bars grind
Passed
Test
Thanks for the result kind
Who woulda thought I'd be at the mic right now just me and mine
8th grade playground battlerap champ
Plus Filenes basement crime
Smash a car up every now again
Golf club lawed up they were surprised
Shocked em all again wit a pass on exam
Shit I made a movie usin mob ties
When will they stop questioning why I haven't popped
Haven't popped bro cuz I'm not signed
Simple as that money no thunder cat
Ima keep it that way til I die
Independent with the money well spent
Hit up Dave w the shot let's ride
Hit up Nick at the stu what's vibes
Hit up Zeke on the chop that's fire
Got a team for the dream Ima make it to the league
When I make it Ima put em all live
Ima roll to the spot wit the real
Like I did when I passed that exam on jive
Fuck they gon do when a kid from the city
Put his life on the line I died
Bars exam
Time to prove I learned
Hard exam
Nuttin new boy work
Pass this shit
You know I can
Easy money
Bars exam
Last test
Thanks for the peace of mind
Who woulda thought I'd be at the bar right now defending crime
Maybe some teacher back in middle school woulda said Joe yeah he'll be fine
Coulda fooled me tho 7th grade when I stood in my first police line
Knew who did it but I never entertained the possibility of dropping a dime
Kid didn't deserve how they tried to do him so I wasn't really tryna comply
That's my first lil brush with the law never adhered to their design
Ppl make mistakes don't deserve to have the shadows follow them for the rest of their
life
Studied every code like it's written w the ink in my veins for the truth I provide
Went against the war that they wage on my people I'm a soldier in the field I stride
Every battle in the court a mirror of the time I spent in poverty a battle revived
From the bench to the bar to the booth I'm the truth same kid just smarter inside
No one want it more than me I'm praying for a poorer me
Recording all these lawyerly rhymes
Do it for my people doin life in the bars
Yet we grew up on the same side
Do it for my people who needa get a win
On the court need a dub to survive
Very lucky kid from the hood name Joe
Late third quarter makin a drive
Bars exam