mylesmorals

The t kicking in I might grow a beard

April second popped off its a big year

Im stroking my stache at the situation

Niggas thought that my life was just math equations

Four point o aint too bad i might crack a sneer

Fall asleep in the class and still pass my peers

This aint no shit to brag cause the end is near

Diploma aroma got stench of fear

If i aint tripping bout nothing just know thats cap

Rap by night then by day i be making frappes

I been in the kitchen aint really tapped in

Crisco is popping it darken my skin

Buttered the bread yeah my niggas gone win

Yeah blood is thicker but water aint thin

Lets look at big picture, fuck that

My happiness, lets run up that

A chance at good life, can i clutch that

Aint ashamed if i end up in cluck hats

For sixteen years i was told what my life was worth

But now the light flicked on and im moving earth

And its a shame it aint the same as it was at birth

But i pray this aint the game once im in that hearse

And for the first time nigga you can hear this verse

Thats why this beat is fucking ass gotta clean my purse

I got dogshit in my stash but you don't know its worth

But now im speaking from the chest cannot be more terse