"Off Papers"

Pow Pow Pow Pow VIDEO | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xa6oId_LjGY Production.Mix. @Michael-Alan-Cooper Rec. Beef Lyrics "Ay, ay, I just graduated I just graduated... I just graduated and I'm feeling like I made it I came in on probation and now I'm off papers Again, again I made it through a double major now they all want me to change I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man So nice, you could say it thrice I feel like Of Mice and Men the alternate ending Where Crooks kills the lynch mob Curly dies alone And Lenny and I get ghost, find land and pull hos Y'all couldn't ride my flow for tirdy trillion And these bricks y'all are throwing up, I could build build-ons If you were me, you woulda OD'd in '03 Sitting in a tree with Kayleigh and H-E-R-O-I-N-E My penmanship and my fucked up brain Is my fucked up way of getting through a fucked up day I hear voices in my head Doc told me I'm insane And he wrote sumn on a sheet too But I threw it in the waste See, music is my medicine, acetaminophen-adrenaline of loyalty, honor, truth But for suburban intelligence, all this is irrelevant, they'd rather passive aggress and rue, oh lord Them and the D-boys but I digress I'll go right back in, if you're on my neck With a crib, two whips and a steady check I'm like Hercules with a bigger flex MLK with better rhetoric I just graduated and I'm feeling like I made it I came in on probation and now I'm off papers Again, again I made it through a double major now they all want me to change Yea, I got fangs, I got big ole fangs I'm out here licking everything every full moon But I ain't banging, I just knock hard It's cold up here woo, and I won't be Deken Frosted Fuck growing up, I'm 6-4, impossible to ignore I'm the man that these pussies don't have the balls or dick for I took roulette chances, it's a bet I deserve this I tightened the hondo and cut cakes when fake friends desserted So believe me when I say, there's a better way than a resume and that iron cage you're stuck in Quit that chicken shit and clucking, and put your budget back in the oven Cause where I'm from, it ain't for lovers You need to suffer, work and study before ya covet that West Side money It's funny, how they go running, when they see me coming Even judges, can't take my drive, when they take my L's I keep my foot on the gas when I'm going through hell Leaving treadmarks on burnouts I'm building Basement Made til it's a house name, jack I'll never sell my frame I just graduated and I'm feeling like I made it I came in on probation and now I'm off papers Again, again I made it through a double major now they all want me to change I'm a freak, a new genus Psychologically deranged genius Student-traplete, that's me Jock meets punk meets hippie meets thug I'd and graduated from basic classifications cuz"