Rage / Peace

[Intro: skit/fragment] Did your family grow up in this Check this out, Hell no, my family ain't grow up in this I'm a mothafuckin' black sheep nigga I'm a black sheep nigga I'm the holy one All my family graduated, nigga I said fuck that [Verse 1] Fuck graduating Fuck scholarships Fuck the teachers that told me that leading was a hit or miss Diamond in the rough (rough) Man, I hate this pressure shit Life versus me, like my shit was never meant for it Used to work at Hollister, had to go and quit it bruh Couldn't handle 9 to 5's, I needed something different cause I be a different type of guy, please notice before I die Wait a second, hold up (I'm from the motherfucking west-side) Hit my bitch in bad style Don't you know I bed lies I don't play them petty games, that be for them pet guys Speeding through my life, this is everything I write Fuck your standards and your manners Never worry bout your likes (Think I'm next NOW) Word up to my London chick She done told me that the old me stuck up in a sunken ship Well I'm glad Let me pass, working like I need a tip I'm that motherfucking nigga with that motherfucking shit Got 6 hundred to my name, three is for these beats Other half is if I end up broke up in these fucking streets I ain't angry, I'm just raging Let my stress out I'm just pacing Dreams be what the fuck I'm chasing See success is what I seek Like (wagwarn, bumbaclart) Ay, tell me what the dealio Fucking with somebody who don't fuck with you is silly, bro Skin is like she Reese's Doing three lines like Adidas And I be so north-west, you'd think my father's name was Yeezus Silly nigga what you think Me plus your chick is a perfect match And you can not debate I'm that boy like I'm rich Plus I'm casin' like I'm Nick I got hoes in different coasts And they wanna hear me spit like [Verse 2] On this bus, currently writing up this song Passengers keeps staring at me cause I'm mumbling all alone Wonder if society tryna' help or take me out my zone Be you, not them Please don't cling onto the clones, man My niggas getting married My niggas having babies And I feel kid-ish spending moolah on the dreams I'm chasing I guess it's heaven sent Don't need the evidence I probably should saved my savings just to pay my debt Patience be the key And your future be the lock Know your dreams is like it's heaven Everybody want a spot so Dream on, dream on Till your time's up on the clock Don't give up no matter what, you see this dream is all you got Look, just to keep it kosher So I do what I'm supposed to I'm lost up in this beat, I think I might end up on posters Girls be the controllers, try to catch us like ebola These hoes is all plastic like my grandmomma's sofa, nigga