[Verse 1]
College is coming, don't know what to do
Broke off and gassed on (Gaston) like I was Lefou
Cooking and mixing 'cause I'm in the stew (stu)
Bags should be packing, I'm moving out soon
Sorry for four bars of split personality
I'm having conflicts 'bout how to make salary
Thinking of ways to maintain my own sanity
Like should I follow my dreams or reality
If I got school, I should wake up at six
I sleep to be cool, but these bars are sick
These punches and lines, man I just have to slip
Eleven at night, but they are so lit
Staying up late, man I don't regret it
All these good grades, I gotta get it
They tell me don't worry, but I always sweat it
This is my future, no pun intended
[Pre-Hook]
I don't really know which way to go
I'd rather put music over school
But with time I wanna use it for my folks
I gotta move I'm seventeen years old
[Hook]
I gotta get it man, I'm seventeen
Wake up to real life or still chase a dream
What if I never make it to the scene?
I cannot give up, man I gotta reach
Following my passion I wanna rap
Can't study forever, I gotta ACT
Some of these folks try to hit me with facts
Been pushing forward there's no going back
[Verse 2]
Jesus take the wheel, life's getting crazy
Tryna earn credit for college in AP
Ayy B, see the E tryna make those
A to the C to the T's, gotta take those
All of the lights, they be flashing that red
I cannot stop, I'm working for bread
Like I'm U-Haul, I be moving, no alto
I am a serious student, but also
I'm a woke rapper not with the soul grabber
Tryna move on when the world go backward
Don't call me dog, I don't chase squirrels
I'm a tiny man tryna change the world
This is the prophesy that you guys oughtta see
Honestly on a beat, writing my odyssey
Spitting so sick, eating beats with the zombie teeth
Hitting, no miss, yeah I'm beating the odds you see
But I get sidetracked when I keep the pattern
I love it when I rap so why does it matter?
Don't know if I'll do this for my whole life
Will it be a hobby pushed off to the side?
Want it to be the main course of the meal
Some of these people can't cope how I feel
Trumping on me tell me that I'm wrong
I don't know my future, I'll leave it to God
[Pre-Hook]
I don't really know which way to go
I'd rather put music over school
But with time I wanna use it for my folks
I gotta move I'm seventeen years old
[Hook]
I gotta get it man, I'm seventeen
Wake up to real life or still chase a dream
What if I never make it to the scene?
I cannot give up, man I gotta reach
Following my passion I wanna rap
Can't study forever, I gotta ACT
Some of these folks try to hit me with facts
Been pushing forward there's no going back
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