Graduation

[Intro: Controversy]
(Paradox vibin' on a beat hoe)
Joyrich the motherfuckin label

[Verse 1: Controversy]
When I graduated, told me congratulations
They told me that I wouldn’t make it
But I finally made it
Fuck an education, I'm gettin medicated
Flex on the bitch, tried to play me
You should look at my ratings
Told me congratulations, told me that I would make it
Told em' tell me again, last night I was faded
Yo bitch in the back back and she tryna get naked
I told that bitch to back back
Cuz I’m finally famous
I need a crib wit some acres
Shit heavily gated
My bitch sittin poolside
Man that shit so amazin'
I made it out the fuckin streets
Now I'm feelin what made ya
I had to cut that bitch off
No, I couldn't save her
Remember I was skippin class
Gettin' caught by the gater
Bitch I ball like a Laker
I can do you a favor
The pack just touched down
I got all typa flavors
All typa flavors, I got all typa flavors
Whatchu need for the low, yeah
Bitch I can serve ya
I be fuckin up the check
Like the paper a virgin
I promise that I'm not hurtin
Yeah
This shit is urgent
Niggas internet beef
But won't see me in person
No cap on my verses
I should write em' in cursive
Yo bitch got that water wet
Man I swear I be surfin’

[Verse 2: E-Wan]
Came from pennies in my wallet
Now it’s hunnids, watch me drop it
Runnin' numbers on the dash, spaceship like a comet
Out this world, said I’m faded
50 mag or the K clip?
She been tryna' get up on me
Cuz she really wan be famous
Said it's funny, ain't it?
E-Wan been the most hated
You peewee, I’m heavy weighted
I'm droppin' my location
Throw kings and I drop aces
This track been long awaited
Took one hit of the gasoline
Swear to god I done faded