Ivy (NYC) - Progress lyrics

[Intro] UhmmmHmm Ugh! [Verse 1] I come from humble beginnings, my mom is my hero Flew with a visa and a bill that had a two and a zero Born in Florida on December; Sagittarius no Leo In a single apartment, there lived me and my people Gabby, Georgeth, and Ivy; My family, My trio Too poor for heat, so we burned the stove top's diesel Next to the fire is where I sat, and drank my cereal Mom's actions were needed, but in hindsight illegal [Hook] Greatness in my blood From the third world to the first I'm doomed to succeed And progress is my curse Greatness in my blood From the third world to the first I'm doomed to succeed And progress is my curse [Verse 2] Cla**ified as an under-represented minority You don't know what I have been through Stabbed in the arm when I was 15 A common event in the ghetto Stay away from the windows Or get shot with hot metal Late one night in 4th grade Watched my neighbor get jumped in (Get that n***a) Claimed school was a waste Now blood he is repping Public school grounded me With academic and street lessons Graduated from Queens So I changed up my setting Aviation High School I am an Aircraft Technician I trapped out with fruit snacks I was toooo young for the kitchen BJs reseller, Entrepreneurial dreams Entrepreneurial dreams were no longer hidden (Hey) All immigrant school Mostly n***as and spics Too nerdy for the mamis I could take no ese's chick So I kept my nose in the books And won a scholarship Study abroad in Panama Yes, it was lit! Mami's all want to hear my story And how I nearly smoked a splif Air force JROTC (NY-932nd Sir!) Taught me discipline I make it look easy But it's all repetition [Bridge] I blew up the SAT; Landed in the Ivy; B+ grades like my blood check the IV; Blessed for the mentors who guide me; New York n***a, Fitted and Nike; Fresher than you, even on ID; Started from the bottom, just add the 10 back to 90 [Hook] Greatness in my blood From the third world to the first I'm doomed to succeed And progress is my curse Greatness in my blood From the third world to the first I'm doomed to succeed And progress is my curse [Verse 3] On campus I grind less But that's because I grind smarter I'd rather whip across Ho Plaza In a jet black Dodge Charger (Skrrt!) Half the lectures are a waste If we talk opportunity cost of time I'd rather focus on the textbooks My family, or my rhymes [Bridge 2] I draw strength, from the motherland So on me, you can never look down Hardest Ivy to graduate from? (*s**s teeth*) Come May Watch me decked in my cap and gown [Outro] As I walk through that ivy door! …walk through that ivy door! …walk through that ivy door! …walk through that ivy door…