Lyrics
Yeah, welcome to The Academy, my ****
Yeah, I mean let me just let me get my legs underneath
Let me get my legs underneath know what I mean?
Yeah, ****
I mean you gotta ball when you get the call, when you get the call
You gotta go, you gotta go
Yeah, let me go, let me go, let me go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, look, look
Hey on my momma, I'm the truth
****, I don't gotta lie, flamed the whole fuckin' booth
****, I don't gotta try
Don't ever say I'm not the guy
I run train on your bitch
She givin' brain, suckin' dick
Like, I don't gotta fly, I got the buzz, though
Master what I practice and it does show
Lord, I confess and tell my pastor that my funds low
Look, big dick I guess I'm hung low
****, you don't think I'm 'bout to blow?
You must me one slow ****, dipshit
I packaged up the hope and mixed it with crack and dope and shipped it
In a packet, you unwrap it, it's Christmas
I'm gifted, your inner ear's wish list
****, this was crack before the engineer mixed it
Doubts I wouldn't make it 'cause some **** here missed it
God damn, look I just have to follow in the plan
Start followin' in God and stop followin' in man
And all those hollow thots that I follow on the 'Gram
Hot **** let me wallow in the fame
Food for thought, ****, swallow it and cram
Took a rocket to the top and you could follow in the van
Do I got enough gas?
Does Kim K got ass?
Does Bill Gates got cash?
Is Sunday not mass?
Do Muslims not fast?
Does my dick in Colgate not last?
Did MJ not smash every record that they said he'd not pass?
There's the evidence that what you call impossible's irrelevant
Young, black excellence, Barack set the precedent
A KKK leading, cock sucking president
We in the room let's just talk about the elephant
The truth is in the pudding and the proof is in the testament
****, at least while we're alive
Keep your neck young hype, I guess I'd rather be kawaii
Was twenty-two, five times better than your top five
September 29th, turned twenty-three, how could I not fly?
****, ah, woo
Hey, ****, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your neck young hype I guess I'd rather be kawaii
September 29th, turned twenty-three, how could I not fly?
****, ah
Yeah, ****
Yeah, ****, welcome to The Academy my ****
Look, hey keep your neck young hype I guess I'd rather be kawaii
September 29th, turned twenty-three, how could I not fly?
****, ah
If they, yeah, yeah ****
Yeah, my ****, let me ball, let me ball, let me ball, let me ball, ****
Yeah, yeah, work on landin', yeah
We just gettin', we just gettin' started man
Yeah
Written by: Matthew Derrick-Huie
