Welcome II Eighteen

[Intro] The truth is playing, uncover the human saiyan From under the stupid sand The fuck is it you've been saying? We puffin on stupid grass, you puffin on stupid sand The reggie you smoke is dust Like fuck it dude, you a lame Let your inhibitions go and just find something I promise you the bitch I'm with at worst is a 9 something She came up with her titties out and asked me to sign something And I was like YUP [Verse 1] Welcome to eighteen, where niggas is grimy At seventeen it seemed it was a cushion behind me But now it's a brick wall, it's crazy as hell to me That fucking bitches now-a-days can end up as jail for me I ask if it's mail for me, my moms give me sighs as answers On the grind at the time but the signs is there She ain't impressed with what I do in my free time I guess I better look into a school in the meantime My mind is like... [Hook] Whoa now Get back to school, before you get Throwed out What's next for you You guys broke, I know these dreams important I doubt them things gon pay the mortgage Whoa now Go find a job, before you get Throwed out Cause times is hard Fuck beats, fuck flows, and your fucking skills You're eighteen and that don't pay no fucking bills [Verse 2] And welcome to eighteen, where even your guys fake I see so much bullshit, it's making my eyes ache And even my moms say the time comin For my ass to find somethin To get me out the crib or to find pay My bitch a Beyonce My living is straight, Um These cliques is beyond gay Them niggas is lames I mean them niggas the same My circle small mayne, I'm lacking the drama And when I face it I just light some fucking pack for my problems But then Pops say hit the kitchen now Nigga what you bitchin bout? Pulled a pack up out his pocket "Nigga what these swishers bout?" He looked me in my face, and snatched the blunt out of my mouth And told me kick the shit today, or get the fuck out of my house You think my rules is a joke to you, huh I told you get a job last time I spoke to you son I'm not gon scream or even woop if you don't listen to me But don't be surprised when you come home and see yo shit in the street Nigga [Hook] I know that I should just move on with my life Suggest don't go get it my way Find my clothes in the driveway It took getting so old to see The world is so cold to me If I do like this, I won't turn out to be shit No [Outro] You fuckin lames is trippin me out nigga I'm fuckin bitches, bitch, oh that's what you bitchin about nigga V's up, high, one time I done came a long way from lunch lines I done made a strong case for [?] With a Billabong on like I'm Wiley I'm bouncing through the club with my niggas and we get it in And fuck the VIP you sitting in