Graduate

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

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

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