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A broke boy with a head full of dreams
Bathroom had a hole in the floor
Another kid with a college degree
But I am so much more

A funny boy with a joke up

a milli, caught a milli
Fuck emotions, fuck emotions 
Niggaz changed, niggaz changed
Then I changed, then I changed
Put the game, put the game
In a bag, in

to take a school of rappers and make these pussies repeat pac
Feel free to state opinions its a free world
I'm Mr. too damn good rest in peace gerald
This

with me
Because every time you in the night scene
Yeah I know that you coming home with me
You must think very highly of me
You got girls by the OZ like

video vixen
Got a college degree but you think that she was stripping
When they call her to the stage swear that you don't want to miss it.
Girl you look

the beat starting to fade away
You think to yourself why is he rapping is he here to stay
Actually the beat’s gonna come back in shortly
Soon you’ll hear

gotta flex on them
At my best point apex on them
You got a problem with me?
That's on you
Dear bandwagons 
Better kick back boots
Boy I work hard fucking

degree 
I really don't give a fuck if they hearing me 
But I don't wanna fade out 
Cuz that's the only thing they talking about 
I gotta lotta shit up in

was back to class
For a degree for something I hated
A backup plan if I don’t make it
Tryna figure out why I’m living
Wonder if my sins are forgiven
Why

or principle
Stuck in a world where we fight for acknowledgement
It cost a arm and a leg for these colleges
With or without it you fight for employment by claim

teaching me 
With no degree
City on my back, feel it my knees 
Tired of comin up short nigga no capris 
Tried standing own my like amputee 
Gravity is

broken by greed
Not all the way but just to a degree
The weather was stormy
The rain it washes out
It flushes out
The thoughts about
I'm lost without
Your

caught a milli
Fuck emotions, fuck emotions
Niggas changed, niggas changed
Then I changed, then I changed
Put the game, put the game
In a bag, in a bag
I

like she got a degree
I told her she cappin and she hit a knee
She want a text back then she paying a fee
Can't stay at the spot lock the door when you

you're tryna re-up
Best believe I'm coming right back
Oou, you caught me by surprise
Never thought I'd fall for you this easily
My heart is where it needs

all?
But, I've not got nothing to lose
No, I've got nothing to lose
Day by day let the pain go away
But it keeps coming back trying to crawl me away
Oh

I don’t feel so good
Cause I’ve been scrolling through
My feed and saw you there
It brought me back to school
You should’ve seen me then
So sure I

Dear Daniel,

I am writing to inform you of my interest in the role of R007356 Validation Chemist

I tick all the boxes, I've got a relevant degree

the end to what degree we planned it
We all equal in the end six feet down each our caskets
We can sleep every night knowing that it's our practice

Maybe

different day nigga
Just don't ever lose my groove
My nigga we move
Months I been locked in my room
Twenty five went and got a degree
Music cooking like a pot

dropped pills and snorted mist
I took every kind of drug, including some that don’t exist 

I got myself arrested by this irritating cop
He said, “son

thru yo whole team
Heat tucked in my waist band
I see thru y’all like X-rays
I’m so cold like X games
Yo baby mama look this way 
And I’m fuckin her by

down to a milli
Racks stacked to the ceiling
I’m loaded I ain’t never slipping
I’m laid back and I’m sipping
Lean all in my kidneys

I’m loaded I’m

Welcome to the Prospect Terrace
Rapping in public, I'm not embarrassed (Ay)
Pump out classics a habit and
Money by the bag like Karte's carrots