Kardi - Convocation lyrics

[Verse 1: Kardi] f** a dollar and a dream, got 99¢ & a nightmare Bronx born, only the strong survive here Love it to d**h, but I ain't tryna die here I'm 17, already sprouting white hairs Seen school buddies not make it out alive here Cause of d**h? Another n***a liked his Nike Airs And I know life is short like dyke hair So I been on my f**ing grind like bike gears America's nightmare: young, Black and educated k**ed a show the same day that I graduated Any dues you tryna mention, I already paid ‘em Get used to my voice, I'm the next to make it I ain't playin', I already wrote my Grammy speech Thanked my producers and everyone in my family tree And I'd like to thank anyone who shat on me Cuz proving 'em wrong is so satisfactory When I'm rhyming on beats, I'm kind of a beast Got the crown, and I can't lose it like a child on a leash Hotter than me? These dudes is comical, b I ain't signed yet, but sh**, I probably should be Possibly the illest young rapper outta New York As I'm getting older, I'm colder than blue Coor's Used to do chores, now I do tours Check your girl's iPod, I'm the MC du jour I won't lie, I already feel the pressure (He's that nice at 17? He'll only get better) I'm working on a plan though, I got it all set up I'll do T.I. numbers, no syntax error I promise kid, I'm the opposite of that Flocka sh** I'm ‘bout to blow up, you not stopping it, Hurt Locker sh** Alotta kids started rapping on some follow sh** But gimme any competition, I'll demolish ‘em Alotta things changed since my first tape dropped My sh** is heating up, other n***as? – they flopped Don't be mad, UPS– oh, they not? Well, next time, don't quit your f**ing day job They say my sh** fly, got they ears poppin' Got heads noddin' like they reading at the synagogue and I ain't a pretty boy, but these birds started flockin' Hate the word ‘swag' but these hoes say I got it Do it for everyone from Mott Haven to Co-op And if you hating, s** a Dre album with no tox Work ethic like a Prius, I can't stop f** a house, I'm tryn' buy my family a whole block I might just settle for a cul-de-sac I really won't be satisfied until I'm running rap My friend told me she thought last time I was holding back So this time around, my plan's to go on full attack Won't say I'm back, I never left like conservatives They can't stop my flow like a faulty tourniquet So I'm done with this verse, I got no more to spit I present to you “The Valedictorian” So I'm done with this verse, I got no more to spit I present to you “The Valedictorian”