Текст песни SAMMY DRIVE - DaProphet

Please help me welcome the graduates of Millwood High School Class of 2021
(ifeel)

Yeah
KO in the 12th round, need my belt and diploma
Light jab, going pound for pound with the books next match in Oklahoma
Finna be toe to toe with the world in the ring without moms in the corner
Came for the title and the degree but for this sport imma need 4 quarters
Negotiating terms and conditions, a band student not a normal civilian
Investing in knowledge worth half a million
Thumbing through letters, decisions, decisions
Shit might as well go to the LU
I got nothing to lose, bout half an hour from the crib
Fast forward audition was cool, down payment on dues, HBCU for the win
Graduates move your tassels
Shit might as well go to the LU
I got nothing to lose, bout half an hour from the crib
Reese Brown
Saying goodbye to the old, hello to the new
It don't get better than this

And this is where you'll be staying
Welcome to Langston University, any questions?
Nah I'm good 'preciate you helping me out
Curfews at 10. I'll be across the way if you need me
Bet
Try not to freak out and lose your minds too much

Now I'm on my own, I do my damn thang
Never thought I'd make it this far of a mixtape
Temporary need, when I can you know I partake
Now I'm always laughing at them haters back in first grade
On the horizon
Seen the future, it's inviting
On top and I'm rising
Light work, killing assignments
Doing the dash no hyphen
Between me and niggas who biting
Mountaintop nigga I'm climbing
Adjusting to life and the climate, yeah
Grown Ass Kid out the house, what can I say I'm excited

All new vibes on Sammy Drive
Thinking how a left coulda made a right
A version of my life, if I didn't value mine
Where morality and talent with my soul, severed ties
That's why I got it in a bow Windsor not applied
Now imagine if I had my father's pride
Age 9 I would get baptized
But by then would I care for the shame in God's eyes
If he erased the notes I wouldn't have a life
Woulda laced the cleats, ran the field at night
Be the best at throwing, why not bag a dime?
Too affiliated, future jeopardized
Been all to fund for my mommas eyes
Yeah I stay on the Eastside
But it's only a matter of time before I'm locked up or reside in the sky
So I gotta make it out yeah no matter what
Gotta put my moms in a Bentley truck
I ain't giving up til I'm dust to dust
By any means put the game in cuffs
Where I'm the warden and y'all just enough
Ask Sara Lee I don't beg for crumbs
Where I'm from all love is tough
My wallet crease like a AF1

Now I'm on my own, I do my damn thang
Never thought I'd make it this far of a mixtape
Temporary need, when I can you know I partake
Now I'm always laughing at them haters back in first grade
On the horizon
Seen the future, it's inviting
On top and I'm rising
Light work, killing assignments
Doing the dash no hyphen
Between me and niggas who biting
Mountaintop nigga I'm climbing
Adjusting to life and the climate, yeah
Grown Ass Kid out the house, what can I say I'm excited