Текст песни College Bound - Jacob How?

Packing up soon, but it's still June
Working on songs, yeah
This the process, a gust of August
That's when we gone, yeah
I'll miss my friends, I'll miss my pops
I'll miss my mom, yeah
I'll miss my sis, grapes on my wrist
LaBelle, so long (Huh)
Then we off to Lakeland (Huh)
Treat it like a break-in (Huh)
Hope I get a degree (Uh-huh)
In communications (Huh)
I'll probably still end up shy
But I'm still gonna reach for the sky
Gonna get in the best shape of my life
Cut the fat, no knife, Jay White, hm
Strike it like Mocs, beat it like Mox
Beat up the box, biking through blocks
Don't know if this celebration or if I should feel down
I'm gonna miss everyone in this small town

Ay, West Side, know we comin' ratchet
If I'm coming back, then I should hit back atcha'
But the trip expenses, with the whip expenses
I just couldn't think of if the money matches
There's a lot of people telling me I'll make it
If I get the chance I know I gotta' take it
Ain't a way that I could really ever fake it
But I had a taste, and now I always taste it
I got money, fame, all up in my future
What I asked for, I always knew it
Never blew it, knew it, yeah I knew I'd do it
Go to LA, then go straight on through it
Boutta blow up, biggest dude around
Boutta flex on em' coming back to town
When I get the Urus, pull the whip around
So excited Arizona, coming for you, college bound