Lyrics Graduation To a Songwriter - Apex Hippy

(Niggas be like yo, yo when you rappin' like yo
When you go back to that old shit when you was rappin' like)
(Just go back to the old when you rappin' my nigga like)
(Just go back to that old shit when you rappin' like)

Oh yes, I feel good
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
You gotta love it
You gotta love it

Yeah, I graduated to my songwriter shit now
Niggas think they got bars? But we don't even know what you writing' about
You claimin' you a real nigga, we could cycle you out
For another nigga that's writin' what you writin' about
Niggas wanna do a song, but don't even know the beat
After I drop my album, niggas have to pay a fee
So lemme talk my shit
Where should I begin?
You niggas fuck over your friends just to follow up the trends
And niggas fuckin' hoes?
I'm on my fatherhood shit
Where my suit at? I feel like I'm Obama in this bitch
And I don't gotta score, I could really dot 'em the assist
I just say few words and then I got me one again
I really think I'm born wit it
Mama left and I was worn torn wit it
Same time my ex cheated on me wit a corny nigga
Look how times changed, I find forgiveness in the pain
The only time I'm lookin' back? just to see how far I came
I'm just gettin' started, I ain't close to finish
Niggas think we the same? it's big difference
Niggas skimpin' on the plate? Lost on the business
Then niggas be twisted, I ain't trynna hang wit 'em
I ain't no lil nigga, lyrical Picasso
The way my shit movin' like I'm related to Pablo
Niggas fuckin wit mine we gone turn this to Chicago
But my flow is keeping the peace whoever ever I go
It's real in this shit
I'm just trynna hustle, my nigga
I ain't trynna get killed in this shit
Sometimes I wanna cry, sometimes I wanna die
But I can't lie, sometimes it feels good to be alive
I don't want no niggas trynna pray on my demise
That's why I been always hangin' wit the same guys
And my shorty realer than you niggas that ain't no surprise
Whoever stealin' out my car, we gone catch you on the fly
I need a backyard that got acres
20 miles west? You can see the neighbors
Gotta use binoculars to see 'em waivin'
The first time I got high I was with Shane
Now a nigga blowin' category five hurricanes
That car crash had me boxed, cookin' up a plot
Then I pulled the 2017 Passat off the lot
Man, I don't waste no time, you gone do it or not?
Get it while you hot
I think all you niggas forgot
Who at the top, huh?
Yeah, I think all you niggas forgot who that at top, huh?
Yeah, I think all you niggas forgot who at the?