Graduated Lyrics

I made it out the streets thank God I graduated

Had some ice on in my dream I got a Patek waiting

He probably think that I ain't peep I seen him fabricating

I had to get up on my feed because I got tired of waiting

Ran a check up like a meet cause I ran out of patience

Was on my last feel like a niggas ass was on the pavement

Skipping class to hit the booth a nigga trynna make it

Fuck the rules when you the truth it's kinda hard to fake it

I was on my last but I still gave you some

I be breaking bread these niggas ain't gone break a crumb

Lost my nigga to a bullet so I keep a gun

They locked my Nigga in a can now he can't see the sun

Got off my ass and ran it up just like I'm posed to

Ain't trying to fuck I started making love to ProTools

They took my brother that shit got me in a low mood

This money have your old friends acting so new

When the money come even old friends be acting fake

All my niggas hungry got a put some food up on the plate

They caught my Nigga lacking he was trapping out to other states

Started rapping just a Nigga trying to find a better way

I made it out the streets thank God I graduated

Had some ice on in my dream I got a Patek waiting

He probably think that I ain't peep I seen him fabricating

I had to get up on my feed because I got tired of waiting

Ran a check up like a meet cause I ran out of patience

Was on my last feel like a niggas ass was on the pavement

Skipping class to hit the booth a nigga trynna make it

Fuck the rules when you the truth it's kinda hard to fake it

Fuck the rules when you to truth it's kind of hard to lose

Fuck some fake love that shit gone have my heart confused

Roll another eighth up I think I might land on the moon

I was feeling empty but the Henny got me feeling you

Patrón got me in my zone when I'm all alone

Lost my brother I still wish that we was on the phone

I know she get in her feelings when I'm on the road

I heard these niggas trynna kill me so I keep a pole

I'd rather get caught with it then without it

Nine times out of 10 I'm probably with it than without it

That nigga think he finna catch me slipping but I doubt it

Thought I lost my heart it came up missing but I found it

I made it out the streets thank God I graduated

Had some ice on in my dream I got a Patek waiting

He probably think that I ain't peep I seen him fabricating

I had to get up on my feed because I got tired of waiting

Ran a check up like a meet cause I ran out of patience

Was on my last feel like a niggas ass was on the pavement

Skipping class to hit the booth a nigga trynna make it

Fuck the rules when u the truth it's kinda hard to fake it