[Verse 1]
Shit, it ain't the first time I hear people be bitching like
"Boi, go do something real, you ain't living from rapping, right?"
Write your shit on a stick
Stick it up in your ass
You can suck on my dick
While I'm stacking my cash
You say you got the sauce
You say you run the trap
While I'm sippin' my VOSS and you drinkin' the tap
Haven't graduated yet, young brother getting bread
Making music in the bed-room
Recording tracks
I do what I want, I want a free life
But free is fucking real
And real is a motherfucker
Life's about a deal
Between you and the devil under

[Chorus]
Mama I got my diploma
Bank account ain't got no comma
Will somebody hold my toga?
This shit scary issa trauma
Mama I got my diploma
Bank account ain't got no comma
Will somebody hold my toga?
This shit scary issa trauma
[Verse 2]
Now, everyday motherfucker gon' give you score like this a contest
"You, ain't famous ain't rich!"
Bitch all you know is how to protest
You ain't walking in my shoe
I ain't walking your shit too
I am walking my own talk
Why the fuck you talk my walk?
On the edge of my semester
Everybody finna pester
Mau kapan kau lulus, kerja cari fulus, musik gakkan mulus
1000 tahun lamanya pun kan kutembus
Cause I just got nothing to lose (tulus)
Weekendrounders and me on the booth
We been working like dog issa proof
(Woof)

[Chorus]
Mama I got my diploma
Bank account ain't got no comma
Will somebody hold my toga?
This shit scary issa trauma
Mama I got my diploma
Bank account ain't got no comma
Will somebody hold my toga?
This shit scary issa trauma
Oh shit!