Gangsta Graduation Lyrics

Damn, where them painkillers at?
(AR, you big, don′t they give a fuck?)

Made and masked in blood, did shit, just because
Now he ain't got some bodies under his belt, that′s where is weapon was
This shit ain't no gang, but he was playing life to death with thugs
Was a courtroom man, but turned a lil' boy again when he met the judge

I bossed up, lil′ bro with the killers, see 30 Ms, I′m big Cap'
I graduated from Gangsta School, now I ride back like I ain′t with that
It don't need to matter if it takes some years, but still I′d get my getback
It's both ties when death a bill, real killers, they got gift-wrapped

Send a nigga soul on vacation, we was lured to ignorance
Standin′ in the street, blood under my feet, I'm still stuck with them images
In down the same sewer drains with my remorse, where feelings went
But once again I graduated, and every course was vigorous

Know I'm a God, but I know the most high still up above me
Got a big heart, but I got a another size, so please don′t judge me
Told for my L just like a thousand times, the streets not for me
I was in denial, so I started actin′ blind when shit got ugly

I was in the hot seat with my buddies, we'll pull up on shit like Huggy
Lil Grouch′, I'm with him, we′ll chug, since 2014 his shit got bloody
And that's like the 11 years, when you hold your grudge, it needs to be studied
Found driven for shedding tears, but still got love, locked in with cuddy

Made and masked in blood, did shit, just because
Now he ain′t got some bodies under his belt, that's where is weapon was
This shit ain't no gang, but he was playing life to death with thugs
Was a courtroom man, but turned a lil′ boy again when he met the judge

I bossed up, lil′ bro with the killers, see 30 Ms, I'm big Cap′
I graduated from Gangsta School, now I ride back like I ain't with that
It don′t need to matter if it takes some years, but still I'd get my getback
It′s both ties when death a bill, real killers, they got gift-wrapped (ay)

G Herbo, I'm from NoLimit, I'm the fucking great
Drakes with switches, let′s play ball, we gon′ make it, take it
Beat the streets with flying colors, niggas feel a way
12 years ago, I was mashed up on a drill a day

11 years ago, I was fucked up off the rip, was late
Ten years ago, I bossed up, now my momma straight
Nine years ago, I bought a Condo in LA
Eight years ago, I was told my F.N. caught a case

Seven years ago, I had my first baby, shit crazy
Six years ago, I relapsed right back, sippin' lazy
Five years ago, lost lil′ bro with the war
Four years ago, told all the killers, "Don't fleet, ′til he up the score"

Three years ago, I was ridin' a Rolls-Royce toppin′ on they 'em like Shaw
Two years ago, I ran through 20 mill', now I want some more
Just a year ago, I was back in the draw bargain, hit it off
For all the tears I cried, I′d draw some blood, this shit taste like water

Made and masked in blood, did shit, just because
Now he ain′t got some bodies under his belt, that's where is weapon was
This shit ain′t no gang, but he was playing life to death with thugs
Was a courtroom man, but turned a lil' boy again when he met the judge

I bossed up, lil′ bro with the killers, see 30 Ms, I'm big Cap′
I graduated from Gangsta School, now I ride back like I ain't with that
It don't need to matter if it takes some years, but still I′d get my getback
It′s both ties when death a bill, real killers, they got gift-wrapped