DOM KENNEDY, Polyester the Saint - Graduate lyrics

Hanging at the park after
Dark with the homies
Laced up Chucks, gold chain rollie
Hop over the fence
Ain't no tripping cuz they know me
This is what it's like when
You graduate to OG

Time keep moving like a record spinning
Step up out the house and I'm representing
I don't just live here, shit, I represent it
That Westside got your
Girlfriend catching feelings
Don't ask about my last name
It's presidential
You can't talk about a street that
You ain't never been to
You always yapping bout them girls
You ain't never been through
She call my phone crying
I give her more than tissue
A chance to make a
Million off these instrumentals
And I deserve the whole thing
Look at what we been through
If it was over today, I ain't got no issues
I'll be right back in Leimert to
Keep it funky with you

Hanging at the park after
Dark with the homies
Laced up Chucks, gold chain rollie
Hop over the fence
Ain't no tripping cuz they know me
This is what it's like when
You graduate to OG hanging at the park after
Dark with the homies
Laced up Chucks, gold chain rollie
Hop over the fence
Ain't no tripping cuz they know me
This is what it's like when
You graduate to OG

You better off dead than
Chilling with the feds
You tell on somebody here
They gone cut yo head
Ask me for advice niggas
Don't be dumb and scared
The school of hard knocks
Don't be unprepared
Soon as you hit junior high
It feel like no one cares
Opportunity might knock
But it'll be no one there
Them boys waiting at the park
But don't you go in there
Them gang injunctions hitting niggas
With over 40 years
SWV show, these niggas throwing chairs
That's the type of shit I seen out here
A helicopter every night
Can't dream out here
Damn, it feel good to say I
Did my thing out here, i be

Hanging at the park after
Dark with the homies
Laced up Chucks, gold chain rollie
Hop over the fence
Ain't no tripping cuz they know me
This is what it's like when
You graduate to OG hanging at the park after
Dark with the homies
Laced up Chucks, gold chain rollie
Hop over the fence
Ain't no tripping cuz they know me
This is what it's like when
You graduate to OG

I learned the whole game from
The ones that lived it
I was around black men
Who was running businesses
Making something out of nothing
Shit we all physicists
And they tried to buy me out
But we wasn't interested
Y'all do something good and
It's so interesting
We do something better and
Niggas gone mention it
It really don't matter cuz
Y'all got no benjamins
Remember back in 98, you was so feminine
Now it's a rag in yo pocket
Nigga who you mimicking
You gotta pay yo dues first, no dividends
No matter if it's Chucks
Or some old Timberlands
Sometimes I close my eyes
And I start remembering

Hanging at the park after
Dark with the homies
Laced up Chucks, gold chain rollie
Hop over the fence
Ain't no tripping cuz they know me
This is what it's like when
You graduate to OG hanging at the park after
Dark with the homies
Laced up Chucks, gold chain rollie
Hop over the fence
Ain't no tripping cuz they know me
This is what it's like when
You graduate to OG