Yea

I'm packing my bags, moving on to something better

Goodbye ghetto, I promise I'ma love you forever

Remember all the time we spent together?

Had me actin' just like you, so mama was always fed up

You told me, "Fuck college, street knowledge will make me succesful"

And that you will be my professor for every single semester

You taught the art of finessin and I thank you for that

Then you send my brother to prison, I could hang you for that

These tears rollin' as I'm postin' this poem, hopin' you open it

I got a lot of emotions I've been copin' with

See my flow is sick, you're the reason that's so much dope in it

But you also the reason why **** are slangin' and smokin' it

Damn, makin' an effort to head to better endeavours

You're probably gon' be bitter whenever you get this letter

Whereever I might end up, I'm wishin' that you were here

I'll bring you a souvenir, degree and maybe a deal

Who knows? Yea, who knows?

All the rough times, tough times

I remember gettin' through those

And for my people still here with me

Promise that I'ma make it for y'all

And so I'm sayin' (bye), so I'm sayin' (bye)

Goodbye to the past, hopefully this ain't the last

I'm searchin' for inspiration where there ain't none

I'm trynna be a here where there ain't one

Can't wait until that day come

Trynna escape from where y'all **** can't come

I got a lot at stake, son, that's why the flow is A1

Get it? I'm A1 with it

Way young spitted, it's kind of cold

Simple kind of flow, this is not your common cold

They say I sound like like Common, kinda Kendrick, kinda Cole

Expect I'm twice as hungry and **** is twice as old

No shots though, they paved the way

And God knows I started from the bottom and aimin' for the top floor, and a lot mo'

The game is in my cruise control and we just trynna drive slow

We chasin' dreams, gotta dodge the pot holes and the thot hoes

We got those, you know what's up

And if you get a whiff of pot smoke, just know it's us

We smokin' strong, getting Popeyes, getting high

Cause depression is close to home

And I don't know who own the throne

But they gon' get overthrown tonight, yea

This is a letter to the streets, yea

This is a letter to the hood, yea

And if you follow what I speak, yea

I promise that we gon' be good, yea

And everything gon' be alright, yea

And you can bet that you're my [?], yea

And you can see it, yea

But hey, who knows?

Yea, who knows?

All the rough times, tough times

I remember gettin' through those

And for my people still here with me

Promise that I'ma make it for y'all

And so I'm sayin' (bye), so I'm sayin' (bye)

Goodbye to the past, hopefully this ain't the last