Darkside E - Graduated Lyrics

Been 'bout a check shout my n***a SB
RIP Pops rest up my baby
Darkside doin' this for you

Graduated school of the hard knocks (graduated)
Used to sell dog at the ball court
Get it out the mud like a ground hog
My ex bitch turned me to a hound dog
I dont trust a soul so I keep a stick
Cause' petty n****s live for the bullshit
Wake up in the morning gotta' thank God
Cause' n****s gettin' jammed over bank cards

Make you disappear for a lump sum
Or do the shit for free they don't want nothin'
Any n***a you see with the kid got it
Cause' I can't have no broke n***a stand around me (hell naw')
You still trying to pro up off a reg bow
Thats why you still living in that hell hole
I one night all the hoes that you pressed for (thirsty ass nigga)
You got taxed on the shit I pay less for
Got my shooter riding in the backseat
Pull up on a n***a on a back street (ready)
Seen the 'Lac creep caught the fast feet
Like a athlete at a track meet
A band off a scratch off you done lucked up
But that don't mean that I think you wearing real buffs
By the look of things all you n****s f*cked up
Have Lil' Josh tell you n****s boss up

Graduated school of the hard knocks
Used to sell dog at the ball court
Get it out the mud like a ground hog
My ex bitch turned me to a hound dog
I dont trust a soul so I keep a stick
Cause' petty n****s live for the bullshit
Wake up in the morning gotta' thank God
Cause' n****s gettin' jammed over bank cards

Came up with a plan then I stuck with it (money)
If it aint bout' the money I can't f*ck with it (naw)
Stay focused with my eyes on the prize
Got them white collar n****s snorting lines
You was seventeen with a curfew
I was seventeen with the bird flu (on a paper chase)
Jack boys do a n***a grimy
So I put the beam on 'em when I spot 'em
Shot of D'usse drop a bean in it
Take another shot drop some lean in it (lean)
Same clothes on but I'm banded up
Three months straight no hair cuts
Money flowing in like a tidal wave
Cause' we cook it on the stove and the microwave
With a honor roll baby I'm a scholar
Get a bag of powder turn the shit into dollars

Graduated school of the hard knocks
Used to sell dog at the ball court
Get it out the mud like a ground hog
My ex bitch turned me to a hound dog
I dont trust a soul so I keep a stick
Cause' petty n****s live for the bullshit
Wake up in the morning gotta' thank God
Cause' n****s gettin' jammed over bank cards