Graduated Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, graduated, yeah, from trappin', the trenches
Remember them kick doors with the semi
These niggas still actin', please give 'em an Emmy
I ride in my own lane, never was friendly
A Hellcat, tried to kill 'em in the Hemi
I slept in the trap, I stayed down for them benjis
He hate on his homie, kill him over envy

[Verse 1]
I'm lookin' for love, she gave me was the lust
I hate on your homie, kill him over trust
They hate on Lil' Borleone, it's a must
I pull up with drake, shout out of the truck
I pull up with bad bitches that I f*cked
I stood on the block serving junkies dust
Them .223's shootin', nigga, flip his truck
Them day one niggas and I can't trust
I'm stuffin' the pounds, addict with the work
I pull up in Audi, might pull up in vert
Get killed in the dirt, put him on a shirt
He keep on muggin' 'cause his bitch wanna flirt
Young Borleone made a diamond out of dirt
We swipin' cars, might just swipe her a purse
Your homie dead, nigga, put him in hearse
I'm servin' J's, nigga, pay me a verse
I hop on the beat, nigga, and I vibe
Young pretty redbone, thick with the eyes
That bitch she a goofy, keep telling me lies
He ain't never seen bricks, he never sold pies
Never seen bricks, he never sold pies
Ain't slept in the trap, nigga, why you lyin'?
Ain't never sell bales, never tote an iron
Ain't never crack cars, never caught a crime
We whippin' them babies, nigga, and they cryin' That breakdown nigga never sold a dime
We kick doors, lay it down, mamas cryin'

[Chorus]
Yeah, graduated, yeah, from trappin', the trenches
Remember them kick doors with the semi
These niggas still actin', please give 'em an Emmy
I ride in my own lane, never was friendly
A Hellcat, tried to kill 'em in the Hemi
I slept in the trap, I stayed down for them benjis
He hate on his homie, kill him over envy

[Verse 2]
He hate on his homie, killed him like he Kenny
He hate on that nigga, killed him over benjis
Think why would you do that, nigga? Why you ain't shoot back?
That Glock-23 make a nigga get back
I hopped off that porch, nigga, sellin' crick-crack
A free car, spin a bend, nigga done did that
I kill me a nigga, ain't really with chit-chat
I'm back in the trenches where they show me love at
I'm servin' the junkies, f*ckin' on the hoodrats
You bitch-made, nigga, can't hang, you ain't good at
Young Borleone hangin' where them killers at
You niggas be politicking with them snakes and rats

[Chorus]
Yeah, graduated, yeah, from trappin', the trenches
Remember them kick doors with the semi
These niggas still actin', please give 'em an Emmy
I ride in my own lane, never was friendly
A Hellcat, tried to kill 'em in the Hemi
I slept in the trap, I stayed down for them benjis
He hate on his homie, kill him over envy

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