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Tell me what the f*ck you gone do Everybody out here graduatin' If I'm being honest I don't even have the slightest fuckin clue I still got another class to take A couple credits short scholarships don't support that next semester I guess I'm going back home to the east side J To grandma's place There's no way else at least Until I finish this degree I'll stay I know I won't get a job right away But I got a lot on hold that sound more promising Me and one of my bro's started spittin' on the road And behold became witness to the skills harnessing Whole time I thought all of my talents were tarnishing I dusted off my pen took some notes started writing Eventually my thoughts turn to gold and started shining Molding myself I began to find Gotta get on my get on my get on my get on my grind To get up out my current spot With no fear that I fear that I fear that I got bad timing But I cannot sit and watch I won't make it to the top if I ain't aiming for the guap Cuz now that I rap Ain't no way I'm gonna stop Designing these graphics I ain't bout to drop out Almost got my bachelor's, too late to opt out What would my pops say? You think you funny now What would my moms say? You must got money now But I'm feeling different Because my degree doesn't mean anything If they tryna put cap on my salary wow I need to be a master in my craft Society don't give me an option and I gotta choose Everybody else plottin, on they next move so Nigga now tell me what the f*ck you gone do I'm racing on new roads Been taking it too slow Complacent for too long I'm chasing some new roles I may have to postpone Cuz momma I'm coming home Where did it go wrong It's hard to live in a world where you don't belong Everything in this place made me feel so alone but There ain't no one else to put the blame on so Tell me who you wanna be Supplier or consumer of the cheese Know these decisions ain't cheap Cost ain't never gone be free One is yo life the other be life savings and you can't have either Ain't they the same thing? Cuz making good grades ain't mean shit When homie in the streets getting G's off them P's While I was getting A's with some B's on my D Should've focused more on C's I just couldn't give an F Don't know what got into me Maybe college shaped laziness Mixed with potent fire smoke added haziness Can't lie, say that it ain't feel amazing But a small reward usually got bigger payments And I know them statements, 'bout to come thru They won't let me walk that stage if my funds past due So I create blueprints all up on my Jay shit Got bigger dreams I'ma chase it I can't ever wonder what it'd be like if I made it While I'm still wishing that I'll do anything just to make cents My mind creatively makes sense Work natively less stressed Ain't nobody gone be checking on you Till you realize life works more like a game of chess You better get your moves in order 'fore you take a step And then go stand upon it till you take yo last breath Inhale like there's nothing left You know they won't hear you Until they feel the pain from the struggle And they still won't help You came by yourself and whoever stick with you they love you to death Don't wait just to see Keep it original Only Goat things Travel at yo own speed to find out what you wanna be I'm racing on new roads Been taking it too slow Complacent for too long I'm chasing some new roles I may have to postpone Cuz momma I'm coming home Where did it go wrong It's hard to live in a world where you don't belong Everything in this place made me feel so alone but There ain't no one else to put the blame on so I know what I'm gonna, do Figured out who I wanna, be