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The Graduation

by Detroit L-O

on Algiers Motel (2018)

[Verse 1:]

This music gave me the kiss of life/
But I ain't hit my destination, guess it'll be another sleepless night

I feel the pain from the tip of the knife/
Better than, than get distracted by a braud who's blatantly trife

It takes a village just to raise a child/
So bout every other week, im sending cassidy to grandma house

For hoes, I no longer get aroused/
We call them bitches, cuz they this close to getting fed puppy chow

I feel like franky when im in a maze/
But show no pain, keep a smile when it's sunny out or when it rains

You sold your sold for a pointless chain/
When you could've got you blinker fixed and proceed to stay in yo lane

You just a martyr for some damn approval/
Perfect timing, all I did was keep grinding, some shit that you ain't use to

In dark rooms, talking to the guru/
He told me push forward and do the opposite, what niggas like you do

But I can walk you down the valley of lyrical heaven/
Streets do you colder than a slushie from seven eleven

Is you real or fake...... A friend or foe/
Because missed opportunities's like a stub on the toe

You greeting your enemy, you think you're hugging your bro/
He holding you back, he wasting time, you don't know

Cuz he ain't down to stick around and help you get off the flo/
But he gon be all in yo face when you got money to blow

Twenty Fifteen Brandon Jennings of my city/
Might just cop a bunch of gold chains for the pity

Getting curved by a sexy chick who's super witty/
Watching other niggas ball had a nigga feeling shitty

I got a lock on my legacy/
You fighting for equality, but im all about equity

They put that barrel to yo face for the loot/
They rob and they shoot, cuz it's nowhere to hoop

I'm bout ready to start runnin these niggas out the booth/
I'm bout ready to start knocking niggas in they tooth

Because the shit that comes passed it is not the truth/
And he thinking he the man, cuz he riding in a coupe

But he's the reason that the value of the car drop/
Niggas don't wanna make no money, they wanna bar hop

Hit up private owners when I wanna car shop/
Looking for an El Dorado, tryna make it bunny hop


[interlude:]

Yeaa. Iive raw die raw gold bottle team. It's the graduation man, im going to a higher life. And we about to keep this shit going man. It's like another new beginning for me. Keep rocking with me..... RAW... Lyrically Original


[Verse 2:]

You think he bout his bread and butter, he just made of butter/
Cuz once it start getting hot, just watch the nigga melt

Family, health and money... Nigga nothing else/
But learned to put got first, he's my only help

I'm graduating to a higher life/
Staying solid as ice, but this time imma do it right

I'm still dealing with the longest fight/
Im tryna convince niggas that this a real raw rappers delight

Officially drawn in, y'all niggas worn out/
Bars in a black composition with pages torn out

Don't question me about the shit that I do/
Live Raw went from bout ten strong, to just two

I ain't throwing shade, but we talking bout dedication/
Nigga, tell i
Shaan this part two to his revelation

And soon we gon become a part of a restoration/
And make niggas regret the choices of the segregation