Lyrics:
Came from the underground
Climbing the ladder now
Your mistress would swallow now
Pass me my cap and gown
Why?
Graduated yea
We graduated yea
School of hard knocks
Graduated with a letterman
Graduated with a letterman
Graduated with a letterman
School of hard knocks
Graduated with
really great
Hope you listened in class; no more time for breaks
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from
tool
Now I'm celebrating because we graduated high school
Yeah I graduated
Yeah I graduated
Thank the Lord I made it far and now I'm celebrating
Yeah I
Hey ma look at me I graduated (graduated)
From here on out I'm on vacation (on vacation)
Cause I graduated
Yea I graduated
Middle fingers up
they cannot step right across that stage
(Ring)
Graduated, never top of my class (Psh, psh)
Bet that I graduated from the clay (What?)
Bet you won't
We would like to dedicate this to the graduates
Proud of y'all
This your song
Sing your song
I graduated from the hurt and the pain
I graduated from
graduated
We used to talk until the morning light
Bout everything we did and did not like
Now it's all double blinds and downsized appetites
Cause we
I graduated
(Yeah)
A nigga graduated
I need a congratulations
Feel like I graduated
(Yeah)
A nigga graduated
I need a congratulations
Feel like I
Yeah, I finally graduated, yeah I did the prediction
I left uni with a bag of broken hearts and a nicotine addiction
I finally graduated, yeah I'm
Bitch I graduated!
อวดป้าอวดน้าอวดอาอวดยาย
ว่า Bitch I graduated
อวดแมวอวดหมาอวดนกอวดควาย
ว่า Bitch I graduated
อวดพ่ออวดแม่อวดคนทั้งบ้าน
ว่า
School of Hard Knocks
Graduated with a Letterman
(Letterman, let let let letterman)
Graduated with a Letterman
(Letterman, let let let letterman)
Everything I did for you, you still decide to leave
You graduated your love from me
Graduated, graduated your love from me
Graduated your love from me
[Hook: @TZale7]
Chica chica yea I gotta fake ID;
FFW now I’m 23;
I ain’t rapped since the DOC;
But I graduated with A Degree;
Chica chica yea I
for something to roll this loud up
Fuck fame want something my mama proud of
I got a lane, we graduated, got a lane we graduated
Fuck fame want
Oh, you ain’t ever seen me like this
Like this, like this
I’m on my classy sh–, I mixed the juices
I’m going way up
Going way up
’Cause I graduated
the drip on the wrist (Flood)
Graduated got it out of the mud
Aye
Peep the drip on the wrist (Flood)
Graduated got it straight out of the mud
Aye
I'm back in
My confiscated sense of self
My confiscated, sense of
You and I, so mismated
All your thoughts are antiquated
So outdated, unrelated
To my graduated
grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
(Iain Feeney, you made a hit)
From out the creek but I done Graduated
It wasn't easy but I persevered and kept some patience
It's time to celebrate
out and I made it
B**** I'm the s*** I ain't famous
I ain't even graduated
And I should be celebrating
Yea I should be celebrating
B**** I'm the s*** I
I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald
No sweatpants now this one with
The cap and gown graduated from high school
Graduated from rapping
Graduated from parents and graduated
From you
I think a nigga probably graduated
Sad to say it
Oh
I think a nigga probably graduated
And its to say
Oh oh oh
Im tired of giving everything to yall
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