SAMMY DRIVE

Please help me welcome the graduates of Millwood High School Class of 2021 (ifeel) Yeah KO in the 12th round, need my belt and diploma Light jab, going pound for pound with the books next match in Oklahoma Finna be toe to toe with the world in the ring without moms in the corner Came for the title and the degree but for this sport imma need 4 quarters Negotiating terms and conditions, a band student not a normal civilian Investing in knowledge worth half a million Thumbing through letters, decisions, decisions Shit might as well go to the LU I got nothing to lose, bout half an hour from the crib Fast forward audition was cool, down payment on dues, HBCU for the win Graduates move your tassels Shit might as well go to the LU I got nothing to lose, bout half an hour from the crib Reese Brown Saying goodbye to the old, hello to the new It don't get better than this And this is where you'll be staying Welcome to Langston University, any questions? Nah I'm good 'preciate you helping me out Curfews at 10. I'll be across the way if you need me Bet Try not to freak out and lose your minds too much Now I'm on my own, I do my damn thang Never thought I'd make it this far of a mixtape Temporary need, when I can you know I partake Now I'm always laughing at them haters back in first grade On the horizon Seen the future, it's inviting On top and I'm rising Light work, killing assignments Doing the dash no hyphen Between me and niggas who biting Mountaintop nigga I'm climbing Adjusting to life and the climate, yeah Grown Ass Kid out the house, what can I say I'm excited All new vibes on Sammy Drive Thinking how a left coulda made a right A version of my life, if I didn't value mine Where morality and talent with my soul, severed ties That's why I got it in a bow Windsor not applied Now imagine if I had my father's pride Age 9 I would get baptized But by then would I care for the shame in God's eyes If he erased the notes I wouldn't have a life Woulda laced the cleats, ran the field at night Be the best at throwing, why not bag a dime? Too affiliated, future jeopardized Been all to fund for my mommas eyes Yeah I stay on the Eastside But it's only a matter of time before I'm locked up or reside in the sky So I gotta make it out yeah no matter what Gotta put my moms in a Bentley truck I ain't giving up til I'm dust to dust By any means put the game in cuffs Where I'm the warden and y'all just enough Ask Sara Lee I don't beg for crumbs Where I'm from all love is tough My wallet crease like a AF1 Now I'm on my own, I do my damn thang Never thought I'd make it this far of a mixtape Temporary need, when I can you know I partake Now I'm always laughing at them haters back in first grade On the horizon Seen the future, it's inviting On top and I'm rising Light work, killing assignments Doing the dash no hyphen Between me and niggas who biting Mountaintop nigga I'm climbing Adjusting to life and the climate, yeah Grown Ass Kid out the house, what can I say I'm excited