A post-graduate
Lets have a toast to the post av-ER-AGE/cuttn cla** an sh**, hallroom pa** to get, some ASS, remember slaying ASS before my first period cla**
What a f**ing phase? look what happen to these days and i remember the days sitting all up in a maze
Sitting in a box, mind f**ing clocked, young n***a making profit selling stocks of what his pops got. Damn
In my head I'm the man, seems to be the cash in hand is what calls for demand, but its life though, everything you do in life ain't always right yo/
Like them n***as who will try an snatch your dignity but my righteous mind got me feeling free, got me alive, thanking god I'm able to see how high my sky is, mind elevated, altitude the flyest/pretty bias/ catch my words in disguise on this pious, in vein as she scream AHHH YESS, AHH YESS
But to really be honest, I'm all about progress, annihilating bullspit letting it digest, in a sense of dodging us, each an every single one of my h*mogenous, all of us prodigious, now watch us, prolly just, take over comrades, leaving these souls to raise, too many days witnessing my soul, being aged!