degrees ft. Wolfman Longarm & UnoDeuce Lyrics

Check the git log, nigga

I've been committed

Now I've pissed on limits

And stood on business

On my Islam

Sinnin' when pigs 'volved in it

I had a little scholarship

Walked into the college and demolished shit

Unfortunately credit was a part of shit

Honor list

Grades was getting higher than my momma's wish

I was getting higher where the scholars lived

Monoliths

Don't you ever count on em

Cuz one is all you need for the shenanigans

Ain't a thing that's new about the York, baby

But everybody lost inside the Angeles

I'm thinking I might go on my D'Angelo

Cuz I'm the black messiah, I'm the antidote

I put the world entire in my hand and choke

The life up out the ocean and the mantle

And when we get to core of shit, we horror shit

You snore and shit

On niggas bout the war, but then you sleepin' on the war and shit

Warren shit

G shit

Child of the Three 6

Only thing that's free is when I'm on my sucka free shit

Remix

Beastin'

On my Kelsey G shit

Mystique with a freak chick

serving all this peak dick

He missed

Peep this

9am, mama called
Told her that I couldn't talk

Professors trippin', class been hard

I got up at 6 o'clock

Really, I've been tweakin' dog

Ain't been sleep since Adderall

Deep web, buying Xanax bars

I don't wanna talk at all

I've been choppin' bars in the studio

Sorry mama, like your papa

I'm a rolling stone

C's get degrees, I'm too smart for y'all

Y'all just copy me, look

Check out what I'm on

I learned the ropes before I ever tried to hang me from em

I paced myself now check the bridge that I been pacin under

My life expectancy I take the under

I crammed for every test I had

I ain't retain a single page I studied

What if I locked in

What if I stayed in my top 10

What if I painted my block in red, go off the road, hit Mach 10

What if I fuck off to the meadows and tend to the rabbits (stop Lenny)

What if you shot and I drop dead?

(What if I heard what God said?)

All due respect I went to school and passed with flying colors

Decide to try my hand at music now they crying from it

Mom thinks I'm an angel,

dad thinks I'm in trouble

They both right, the Holy Spirit in me, Christ incumbent

The funny guy, the 9 to 5

The perc addicted freak

Valedictorian who's sure he's in a different league

The alcoholic, goofy rapper, quiet kid, he's sweet

I got a hundred masks, don't ask me who I am this week

9am, mama called
Told her that I couldn't talk

Professors trippin', class been hard

I got up at 6 o'clock

Really, I've been tweakin' dog

Ain't been sleep since Adderall

Deep web, buying Xanax bars

I don't wanna talk at all

I've been choppin' bars in the studio

Sorry mama, like your papa

I'm a rolling stone

C's get degrees, I'm too smart for y'all

Y'all just copy me, look

Check out what I'm on