Last Semester (Introsoulo)

It all started as a youngin U.S polo shoes with the collar shirt thuggin No more worries mama This is me your son growing Growing to a better man Life been challenging, but I'm still holding the better hand Play my cards right ain't no joking on me I'm a king Ace of spades I been battling all type of games Playa right, this my type Play it in your headphones When you feeling down low, spirit on let go No, I can't let go Foot on the pedal On your march, get set go Gone off the Petro The weed I smoke make a nigga head blow Epiphany, seeing different centuries Thinking ahead I need to slow it down, before I'm laying sleep in my bed A casket, ain't nobody pass this Putting in work, man I swear I'm making classics F*ck going to class sick Dropping out of school, cause when I'm in it I feel average Like I know my purpose greater Business is my major, so I'm handling it major F*ck you mean, got my eyes on different scenes The shit I seen make you spit it from your spleen Ain't no in between My faith high, I pray all my homies the same Cause when I'm on man I swear we ain't eating the same Same for da fam, I just hope we all get it together Shit I know we ain't perfect, but we bleeding together So if I got it in me then I know we got it together This my story Young nigga wanting the glory Young Negus, hollering out Jesus when the time bad Even when its good, I just learn to get to my bag All these rappers nowadays man the shit so sad Flexing for the gram, or flexing for your ma'am Trust issues fucked up cause they flexing on your man Got damn, somebody should of warned you niggas man