Intercontinental Champion (Graduation Day)

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Oso with that fucking heat..
Pilgrim!

[Verse]
It's graduation day so I'ma spit this before I leave
And I ain't really smoke a lot of trees
So it's ironic all my bitches steady chiefing like they keef
I be Keith Sweat'in listening to old Drake CD's
Aw damnit niggas sitting down they can't stand me
No dumb bitch don't panic
She just want a ring like she's sonic
While I'm playing with her panties
All this shit just happened
I ain't plan it sheesh!
And they hate the way I do this shit
Hate the way I got the whole city lit
Hate the way I'm smiling all through the shit
Hate the way that boy got that southern hospitality
Like Ludacris, Hungary like it's Budapest oh!
Who that boy, his mama call him buddah
So you know that boy buddah best
Thuggy like he buddah blessed oh!
And he got a gym subscription
He be working off that buddha chest
Give that boy a buddha rest oh!
No my diamonds ain't really cold
Black twitter said I'm supposed to be woke
I think my music just supposed to be dope
And if it's scorching or important or it's worth it
Then I might just say that shit on a song
Whether it's crash nebula or crash bed with her
Whether it's friendly hand shakes or non-sequiturs
Whether it's happy to see me or just to hell with us
I don't want the pussy bitch
I just want the head from her
Shmegular! Young nigga killing shit
Young XP I got drive just like a dealership
She don't text me I arrive and then I kill the strip
Bitch I can admit that outside I ain't been feeling it
Might go on vacation come back like Aunt Vivian
All my bros and bitches they sag like senior citizen
Secretly a G, while saving amounts gratiously
Stay above gats while sipping alot of grenadine
Niggas talking shit but secretly they be feeling me
I'm a hunnid proof
That's shit my momma enstilled in me
Shit is off the dome like fumes of a destillery
I be with the combs
Like Diddy said he a friend of me
I be with the clippers
Like LA a second home to me
I be with the brushes
Like death was trying to meet a G
This shit the eulogy of all that fuck shit
All that niggas ain't enough shit
No more tough shit
For my niggas get to bussin'
No more cuffin'
Man ya'll niggas steady bluffin'
Graduation day
But paper don't mean nothing
Sheesh!

[Outro]
Fucking Intercontinental Champion!
You already know what it is, you see it!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!

You feel it!
It's all around you!