The College Graduate (feat. Pagliucci)

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CA_Renegade

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Back when I was little all I wanted was a bag of nickels
For the arcade, a game to play on my Nintendo
Got attracted to the status symbols and the baddest nymphos
Cash in abundance. Stackin' the hundreds
Something to obtain, but you stuck up in your lane
Likely nothin's gonna change. Wasn't comin' from the fame
Born into the working class: blue collar
Going through the school attempin' to accrue dollars
Grew taller, but I had the growin' pains
Hip hop scholar, top honors goin' grades
Family thinkin' I should focus, get a higher education
As I think the upper class was born into what I've been chasin'
Since I had a March birth hard work starts worth, and
If you wanna make it can't put art first, but
I ain't tryna do this in my spare time
Head in the Sky like Southwest Airlines.

This ain't a five minute break!
Must I remind you how we've only got five business days?
Don't make me cite and complain or it's life in the drain
Gotta give into demands of the week
Ain't handled with ease they dismantled my dreams
Yeah, hundred grand in this bitch if I'm lucky
I'd rather count a milli while I'm out clubbing
But gotta make ends ain't ending up with nothing
Hold together like glue or you'll find yourself screwed
External pressures hurt potential pleasure
Society deprivin' me of dopamine
Sobriety imposed on a microphone fiend
'Cause they want my nose clean
Stayin' low key. Think of movin' into nice places
Makin' life changes
Thinkin' that I might make it, but the life is high maintenance and HR don't care for great bars
Management always lookin' for the applicants
With the cleanest track record and attractiveness
I could spazz on records and I'm talented
Got real life issues that I'm fuckin' balancin'
Gut feelin' in my abdomen
'Bout to blow up like a javelin and make a mark like Battles did
Yeah, when I was Lil' started gettin' my Illmatic fix
Never lost the itch and now I'm ill without a pathogen

Reminiscin' on this old school groove
The type to calm moods and make your head move
So go ahead, play it on loop
I was eighteen smokin' dope with the crew, and we ain't got shit else to do
So we started rhymin'
Started findin' what's inside 'em was worth more than diamonds
Steady grindin' bustin' flows like a fire hydrant
House parties sinkin' shots like the name was Bryant
Proceed to battle anyone who would try it
Woke up from pipe dreams
Caught up in the high beams
Indecisive 'cause the river split into a thousand streams
Depression hit, addiction entered the scene
Started writing these pristine sixteens to vent steam
That's how I grew from the basement to the stu'
The caves to the roofs
The rage and 40 proof gave way to something stronger
Yellin' timber like a logger
Thought I was a goner, but I am aware of the fact that I've squandered
My college years now I see the real lesson
'Cause I can take the pain without reachin' for the Excedrin
Forged in the fire, and I'm glowin' with my own expression
Flowin' like a fuckin' veteran and I'm proud of my reflection
It took a lot of nerve just to say that
Me and Renegade all the way to the apex
Puttin' in work hopin' one day for a paycheck
For my real passion: what you hearin' in yo' tape deck!

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