Graduate

[Chorus: Polyester the Saint] 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 [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] 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 [Chorus: Polyester the Saint] 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 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 [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] 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 [Chorus: Polyester the Saint] 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 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 [Verse 3: Dom Kennedy] 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 [Chorus: Polyester the Saint] 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 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