Graduate

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas turnin' snake, yeah, yeah

Niggas really thought I wasn't gon' graduate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I remember everyone was sayin

Is jit gon' graduate

Thought these people were my fam

But they saw me in a different way

I was focused on the bag

But niggas thought my mind was sluggish

My brother told me

Go and drop the ingredients

It's time to spill the luck

I just know that when I was growin' up

I never gave a fuck

But I just had to clean my mess up

Niggas dirty like the rug

I'm trickin' all the shorties

On the block and low

And that's a fact

I'm countin' all this money on

With a rubber band

Now that's a stack

And I done sold out all my gas

And glees and pees

You know it's green

These people always askin

Why you chasin'

Jit, this is my dream

I don't give a fuck about

The nigga who's scared

To start a scene

That's why I got a little shorty

With a double clip

She blow the mac

R.P. though

I be jokin' on the mic

But serious on the fuckin' low

And these skeetbutts want my money

But they scared as hell

To come and holla

I got a fire bitch

She know she fine

She just my little rider

And when she act so good

I gotta go

And head and buy some prada

But now I'm back in reality

I done forgot she left

I usually never go back

But baby girl is my little throat goat

I'm fuckin' with these Z's

Just let me know

It's time to drive the boat

Yeah, yeah, yeah

But I gotta say this though

Oh, I remember

Everyone was sayin