Lyrics
Yeah
L.A. hold up let me kick my shit real quick
I’m living on a high like my expectations, ever since my procreation
Trying to find my destination, I’m racing ‘till expiration
The revelation of these niggas hating, got me contemplating
Is that signs that Imma make it, or how other niggas fake it
Anyway it’s fuck a hater,
I’m cooler than the radiation from your radiator, here’s the flavor
I’m kicking it old school like a sega, I’m playa playa
Flyer than a space ship modulator, lowkey slayer
Of the girl next door that just became your neighbor
A fresh taper, a money maker with the bass to make your trunk shake up
Now gone wake up,
And peep how you can follow your dreams to dollars an cream
We out here being scholars and things, it’s often I think
Where did you see yourself in ten years, was it right here
Or did you have fear, of being judged by your peers
Or maybe there’s a jury that can sentence you to years
This shits real
Trying to trace the generation, that we gave up on reparations
You place your dreams on education, to oversee you past inflation
They tell me my demise, is my high
Expectations, expectations
I got a bone to pick with you niggas that think that I’m humorous
I study arithmetic cause all my verses be flowing so numerous
Fuck all your foolishness,
That pussy is mines, I tattoo my name on a uterus like an illusionist
I vanish without a trace stay out my phone with that stupid shit
I’m so used to running these tracks that I might just invest in a starting block
I’m so good at laying this wax that a torch ain’t enough just to thaw me out
I’m a pacifist but I’ll pass a fist even blast the shit, if I got to
My nigga it’s not ignorance, when I end the shit that you started
It just so happens I’m
Bouncing on reality, this gravity can’t hold me down
The clouds is in my head because I’m smoking on a big amount
My faculties galactic think that star gazing is tragic
Shit you’ll never catch me rapping at that trap they know as rolling loud
My expectations high, but nah they never stay as high as me
All you hoes just pidgeotto eyeing up my togepi
My pens’ a sword I’m slaying niggas, writing lines with expertise
Excalibur of daggers serve wits so sharp when I cut on beats
Trying to trace the generation, that we gave up on reparations
You place your dreams on education, to oversee you past inflation
They tell me my demise, is my high
Expectations, expectations
Got no more patience for waiting focused on elevation
The expectations I’m placing are raising limitations
See all the struggle we facing created motivation
Every occasion we celebrating the fact we made it
Cause they don’t know
What it take to reach these goals
Deep down in my soul
Salvation, is waiting
Elated, oh is what I wait to be
Ignore these haters and racists and what they say to me
Some of em never expected we’d escape slavery
Sometimes I think of what my ancestors would say to me
But no way to tell
Nine times out of ten I just keep it to myself
Got fifty-leven kin all screaming fuck twelve
They gone try to back but we expected from ourselves
Trying to trace the generation, that we gave up on reparations
You place your dreams on education, to oversee you past inflation
They tell me my demise, is my high
Expectations, expectations
Brandon Alexander, Lance Camacho
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