Goodbye

[Verse 1: Ezzy]
Yea
I'm packing my bags, moving on to something better
Goodbye ghetto, I promise I'ma love you forever
Remember all the time we spent together?
Had me actin' just like you, so mama was always fed up
You told me, "Fuck college, street knowledge will make me succesful"
And that you will be my professor for every single semester
You taught the art of finessin and I thank you for that
Then you send my brother to prison, I could hang you for that
These tears rollin' as I'm postin' this poem, hopin' you open it
I got a lot of emotions I've been copin' with
See my flow is sick, you're the reason there's so much dope in it
But you also the reason why niggas are slangin' and smokin' it
Damn, makin' an effort to head to better endeavours
You're probably gon' be bitter whenever you get this letter
Whereever I might end up, I'm wishin' that you were here
I'll bring you a souvenir, degree and maybe a deal
Who knows? Yea, who knows?

[Hook: Ezzy & [?]]
All the rough times, tough times
I remember gettin' through those
And for my people still here with me
Promise that I'ma make it for y'all
And so I'm sayin' (bye), so I'm sayin' (bye)
Goodbye to the past, hopefully this ain't the last

[Verse 2: Ezzy]
I'm searchin' for inspiration where there ain't none
I'm trynna be a here where there ain't one
Can't wait until that day come
Trynna escape from where y'all niggas can't come
I got a lot at stake, son, that's why the flow is A1
Get it? I'm A1 with it
Way young spitted, it's kind of cold
Simple kind of flow, this is not your common cold
They say I sound like like Common, kinda Kendrick, kinda Cole
Expect I'm twice as hungry and niggas is twice as old
No shots though, they paved the way
And God knows I started from the bottom and aimin' for the top floor, and a lot mo'
The game is in my cruise control and we just trynna drive slow
We chasin' dreams, gotta dodge the pot holes and the thot hoes
We got those, you know what's up
And if you get a whiff of pot smoke, just know it's us
We smokin' strong, getting Popeyes, getting high
Cause depression is close to home
And I don't know who own the throne
But they gon' get overthrown tonight, yea

[Bridge: Ezzy & [?]]
This is a letter to the streets, yea
This is a letter to the hood, yea
And if you follow what I speak, yea
I promise that we gon' be good, yea
And everything gon' be alright, yea
And you can bet that you're my [?], yea
And you can see it, yea
But hey, who knows?
Yea, who knows?

[Hook: Ezzy & [?]]
All the rough times, tough times
I remember gettin' through those
And for my people still here with me
Promise that I'ma make it for y'all
And so I'm sayin' (bye), so I'm sayin' (bye)
Goodbye to the past, hopefully this ain't the last