C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.E.

[Verse 1:] Had them nights in the hole/ just rice in a bowl It's the price what you sow/ I got a license to go I'm a walking timebomb/ i'm ignited to blow Got indicted for blow/ hater's excited fa sho 3 high school credits/ but I still ain't dumb Faced life two times, pimpin' still ain't sung They say life too short/ but I couldn't agree Picture mandatory 20 and you couldn't get free Man free Baby Boy/ Man free G Baby The time that they got woulda drove me crazy Free Reggie, New York, and my nigga Jamal Tyree, Fat Rat, I pray for 'em all And everybody else, man Ima pray for you too Just cause I forgot ya name don't mean we wasn't cool Man celebrate for the times that's here/ and the times to come Man i'm feeling like I won [Chorus] C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Celebrate for that dayy that they let me free C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Pop a bottle for the one's that said it wouldn't be me C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Celebrate for my man's that won't get free C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Man I still did my thang and I ain't need a degree [Verse2:] Trapper of the year/ I can't add up my stains Hoping I ain't on that list when they add up them names But I been feeling a little broke/ a little outta my element But when you see 'em taking pictures, homie stop selling it Do it like this, since I got good plugs Ima charge a nigga extra when he need him some drugs And a J ask for credit/ gotta give me collateral Cause I ain't tryna go back to a ball like a lateral Yeah I got the latter to- the altitude, the latitude Don't show a attitude/ boy just show me gratitude Fiends tryna cut they head cause I ain't give 'em a hit Bitches tryna cut my bread cause I ain't give 'em the dick [Chorus] C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Celebrate for that dayy that they let me free C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Pop a bottle for the one's that said it wouldn't be me C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Celebrate for my man's that won't get free C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E Man I still did my thang and I ain't need a degree [Verse 3] The say practice makes perfect, well I gotta agree That's how I learned how to cook crack before I got a degree Boy lil' niggas stuntin' like "who fresher than me"? Whipping at 16/ hustlin' embedded in me See I cool it most the time/ boy they be listening I be thinking people telling on me when they whistling Watching the law creep/ I wonder what they mission is Just got a new strap, already know where the kitchen is This shit too loud/ might blow out your eardrums It's 2011, homeboy I don't wear 1's And I don't need a chain for you to remember my name Clientele on the block still remember my cane And that cat no name still remember my aim Had the wildest fiends ever/ still remember my stains Stomp homie out the Chuck's/ still remember my sprains Thousands in a transaction, still remember my gains