[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 n***as 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 n***as is lames
I mean them n***as 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
N***a what you bitchin bout?
Pulled a pack up out his pocket
"N***a 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
N***a
[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 n***a
I'm fuckin bitches, bitch, oh that's what you bitchin about n***a
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 n***as and we get it in
And fuck the VIP you sitting in