Twenty-Eleven

-narration-

-audio from graduation-

Verse-
One for the money
Two for the show
A couple of years ago, off snapfinger and river road
There was the start of something that was gritty
Wen me and my niggas we rode that marta,rite through that city
But i told myself i, gotta get on my grind
Can't waste no time
Gotta go & see the world my nigga
Cuz i can't, see shit through my blinds
From the outside looking in
And i smile
Like everything fine
Niggas wanna see me win
Wen half of them-deep down they lying
And i just graduated
Pops in the crowd and he glad i made it
Feel kinda down
Cause i ain't see my mom or my ex girlfriend at my graduation
They was too busy
But i don't give a fuck
Still got my diploma
Still dream so hard
So many dreams that i can lone ya'
Watch obsticles that u cross, and if u ain't grindin you lost
Thank god i walked that stage i almost failed mrs. rudolph
Class in mlk
2 points short would've been my status, i was too focused all on my music
All of that school shit u can have it
Recording, at willy crib, every weekend
Oh that's u rapping?
Was heard from, the other room willy sister tonya had asked it
It was my getaway
Been my nigga since seventh grade
The music had made us bros
Started recording with him
Since 11th grade
And we had all that apparatus
Up in the booth where we meditate
Tonya buggs in that kitchen cookin us food we used to have several plates
But at that time i was lonely and thought about alex
Two thousand eleven
She left me, the same night that i
Opened my acceptance
Letter to A I
I - didn't wanna go off to college
But my father said i would be nothing without the knowledge
No disrespect
But half them niggas in restaurants
Struggling to pay off they debt
I'm tryna' take it to an upper echelon
Wit my circle of six niggas
Fcoe we a hexagon
Workin' hard like why are we those artist people be restin' on?
But hey thats life
Dreaming of that lambo, a range rover and porsche
While mom was drinking
And goin back and forth
Forth and back to court
And it hurt every minute every second every piece
Every part of me
Of course
But thats how it is wen yo parents
Split and then go and get divorced
Huh?
See i can smile and act like shit is perfect
But i jus deal with it while im working
Cause tomorrow and real people yo life ain't for certain
You'll lose it all
In a split second
If u ain't careful they lurking
Gotta fall back
Ask yourself yo is it really worth it
Niggas wanna catch u slipping they waiting to put that work in
I got big moves to make
Model hoes to fuck
Expensive shit to buy
People not to trust
Uh
I got more to own
Not more to loan
Zone 6
I'm atlanta's own
I knew i'd meet the real world wen i walked outta that georgia dome
With my gown
Wen i tossed that cap
After i turnt my tassle
Only thing that was on my mind
Was me tryna build up my castle
That made me what i am
A voice to be reckon wit
U can hate but respect it bitch
Back like i never left