Yung Slim - GRADUATE

Yea, tell yo mans I'm at the deli if he wanted beef
I'm pulling back light the L but I won't Chief Keef
I'm making moves it's hard to tell who trynna be me
They lock me down you won't never come to see me
You know it's hard for me to sleep but I got dreams too
My big brother crippin' yea so yea he bleed blue
I told my dawg I'm sipping' yea I'm sippin' purple ooohh
They laughed at me cause I couldn't afford designer shoes
I graduated then I bossed up on niggas yea
They had me fucked up they told me that the boy would fail
I told my mama I'mma thug but I'm gon prevail
She said boy how you a thug and you ain't been to jail
I told my Ma because I'm smooth I be with smarter dudes
I talk my way right outta 12 so I won't make the news
I rather lose all my money than lose all my music
I love the drug that's in my life so why do I abuse it
Told the bitch I ain't need the bitch had to leave the bitch
Thunder-clip I'mma let it rip and then retrieve the bitch
Ghost-mode ain't nobody seeing me I told you
Porno, what I call my glock when it expose you
Speaking everything into existence
No I'm not a genie bitch but I can grant your wishes
Let a cracker come for mine know I'm swinging for the fences
Carry all the weight pressing issues like the benches, so I
Had to pop back on the scene they said I'm falling off, and I'm
Poppin' bitches on the scene ain't poppin' adderall
No longer coming off the bench when I'm finna ball
Fuck around and lose your life if I make the call
Celibate, showed this money to her she a lit bitch
Told her ex, GET MAD-DEN I got the hit stick
Misfit, but I turned out good I know they hate this
BussDown, catch a big bullet trynna take this

Written by:
Brian Norman Jr

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