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Graduation

Hip-Hop/Rap

Graduation è stato pubblicato il 10 luglio 2026 da Illa come parte dell'album Graduation - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumGraduation - Single

Data di uscita10 luglio 2026

EtichettaIlla

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM69

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Illa

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Adrian T Bates

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Adrian T Bates

Producer

Testi

I had high hopes and you let me down

My back was on the ropes (Got a lil' difficult)

Help couldn't be found

Police put me in handcuffs

Told me don't make a sound (Twelve)

Now I'm graduated (I made it)

Got my cap and gown

Up long nights it wasn't even right

Look at God he saved my life

Talking to myself in that cell

Free Hell Rell got locked up for them bells

He ain't even tell

His momma sent me mail

Hello, no Adele

On my YFN Lucci ****, wish me well

I hate going to court and jail

Judge wouldn't even give me a bail

Would've thought I caught a body, like Maserati

And free that **** while I'm at it

I don't even know where I'm headed, but it better be that bread

Death before dishonor, fuck the feds

I don't need no street cred

I woke up in a prison bed

I don't want your sympathy, I ain't sad

I'm just reminiscin' on my past

Cause now look man I got all this cash

And I'm tryna add no subtract, I know my math

Free Forty he told me stay on the right path

And I try not to sin but I gotta let you feel this wrath

The state attorney was serious man, she ain't even laugh

These **** they delirious they don't even want a bag

And I know I'm A1 when it come to arts and crafts (Wooo)

I had high hopes and you let me down

My back was on the ropes (Got a lil' difficult)

Help couldn't be found

Police put me in handcuffs

Told me don't make a sound (Twelve)

Now I'm graduated (I made it)

Got my cap and gown

They threw in a cell all I seen was a Bible

Couldn't take a shower, I ain't talkin' bout a bridal

These boys fake, still in denial

God what the number is, I'm tryna dial

They don't care about us

Got me feelin' like Michael

This song hard, don't really need a title

Pulled up to my serve, they was awaiting my arrival

And when I get a daughter

I'm gonna take her to all her recitals

I was standing in the trap, yeah

Tryna get a sack, yeah

My **** sellin' crack, yeah

You ain't talkin' money I don't want to chat, yeah

I don't need no pat on my back, yeah

Aye, just like a train Ima stay on track, yeah

To all the real ones who never told I take off my hat, yeah

And ya momma need to be dumped in a river if you a rat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooohh, oohh, oohh, oohh

I was underestimated, now they see I'm a pro (Oh, oh)

I had high hopes and you let me down

My back was on the ropes (Got a lil' difficult)

Help couldn't be found (Nobody)

Police put me in handcuffs

Told me don't make a sound (Twelve)

Now I'm graduated (I made it)

Got my cap and gown

Written by: Adrian T Bates

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