Lyrics:
I took a ten
Then I flip it to a hunnid
Opposition gettin tense
Graduated you got nothin
Tables turned now ain't that somethin
I started rappin they
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
full of self-pity
Because he was in the country
Illegally
He had a job
Making dough
At a pizza joint
Under the table
After having graduated
From high
was the end
What happened to the movies
Trips to malibu and
Seemed breathable and ease
From my kind of vacancy
Even though we graduated
I think about
came in this bitch with my savages
(My savages)
100 20s on the table
We the cabbage kids
(Cabbage kids)
You see the blues you see the greens
But i ain’t
Don't you miss me now?
Dropped out, still graduated, shit
My life like that, I'm feelin' down
I'm goin' home don't you miss me now?
Dropped out,
without the drive
See I bus tables and my
Homie Castro is a waiter
I can't wait to blow and say
"I told you so haters!" living the life of a
Egotistical
We tryna eat like we got food stamps
Put some food on the table, feed the whole fam
You lookin' sick cause you lazy, you don't grind, you don't eat
I
shit, I just graduated
I don't have any obligations
So let's have a little fun
Go 'head and drop all the relations
Leave your sorrow on the table
Pour up the wine
My plate is full
Better watch
who at the table
Take you for granted
Grateful for nothing
Steady starving for attention
You do
who are you are you are
Yea yea ye ye ye
And everyone know that the tables have turned
And what you gonna do when the tables burn
And now you all
graduated from you
Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye yee!
And everybody know that the tables turned
But what you gon' do when the tables burn
And now you all
are you are
Ye ye ye ye ye
And everyone know that the tables have turned
And what you gonna do when the tables burn
And now you all up in my face
brought the table, tell me what you bring
If you fake and acting, imma cut the scene
AP, cop it, like a high school credit
I ain't got it yet, but let you
at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling
Lucky lefty, I expect a seven
I went through Hell, I'm expecting Heaven, I'm owed
See I'm thorough and I stuck
going down
Beat boxing at the lunch tables gather round
Rap battling at 13 was hella wild
Grip tape mess up my shoes now my parents mad
Shoe laces like
Uh all these niggas snakes
These voices in my head
I got ice on my left finger like a fucking newly wed
Graduated from the petty hustle I’m
mommy crying
Put four holes in your body like the Audi sign
Caught him shitting on the toilet
Nigga potty time
Graduated all a's from a life of crime
Straight drop glass pot whip it til it lock
Quick lick stash spot getting to the qwap
Graduated from the block grind just wont stop
If you looking
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it's decapitated
Think it's a game nigga come play
I'm with my killer B's, fuck bug spray
comin' in like this, pickin' up tables like Christ did (Christ)
Jumpin' out the gym like Mike did, I ain't talkin' 'bout Jordan, I'm Tyson (Tyson)
Time
send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and set it on my coffee table
Who kept this shit together? Nigga, me, that's
though
It's Fam first only got family at the table
Niggas first turned snake up in middle school
Got into my locker licked me for a pair of shoes
It was
on the table
Pick up your worries and throw them out the window
You don't gotta let your friends know
There's so much trouble to get into
Let's go, let go
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