Jermanie’s Graduation

All eyes on me

Yeah, "Everybody Can't Go"

This for us, man, this ain't for everybody, that's some shit

Nah, I do this shit, I'll stand on that shit, man

Hard side boys, you know what it is, "Everybody Can't Go"

Buffalo East Side, though

Black Soprano Family, big Griselda

Y'all know my name, y’all watched what I did with this

I don't need a trophy

I am the trophy, I be tellin' ****

Yo, there's a story behind that name, when they call me the Pyrex Man (Mr. Pyrex man)

Like them two bricks from Doug and papis from Kazakhstan (Ah)

I never sold meth, but I know Fent', a thousand yams

You ODin' off this shit if you bag it, don't wash yo' hands

Me, teary-eyed and gullible, I lived it with a mother who struggled through

Addiction, I know every side to drug abuse, for life got this comfortable

It's been a few **** who still in they same position because our bond indestructible

It go both ways, Auntie spent a thirty on that rock

And the **** who served her owe a plug who thirsty for that knot

The dealer, who fronted that birdy, he murder for that guap

That was me, but now, I'm currently tradin' currency for stocks

I'm Wall Street butcherin', I'm getting thirty percent off top

Forty percent get chopped, other thirty? Back in the pot

Ask these rappers shit I did for upstate just help make 'em hot

When I invite 'em to the lab, they be scared to play what they got

I'm the don of all dons, YSL and Bond No. 9, living proof

Sign of the times that hate won't bother your grind

I feel like West' on "Gustavo," the cocky confident side

You look a killer in they face 'cause they say that eyes still don't lie

I'm hearin' rumors start to fly, that we split the triangle, nah (Nah)

Any talks of that's maniacal, buy y'all buy it though, why? (For what?)

I'm still that same hustler, fresh out the P's that signed on the spot (That's me)

Guess I stepped on a few rappers on my climb to the top

Who slidin', invited or not

The violence won't stop, we on that same timin', them irons go cock

Then them slidin' doors pop

My **** catch you at that light, then light up yo' drop, it's like that

The last opp we whacked, we united the block

Long road since success, they hearts broke when I step

They reminiscin' of me, speakin' in Morse Code to connects

Me and my homies passport bros, pilots load up the jets (We out)

Golf streams, landing in time zones no one expects

Chip in on jet fuel, the flight I slept through

I just need a shot of tequila and Bluetooth I can connect to (All I need)

It's disrespectful, to sit these **** next to

Butch, so I'm shittin' around these pussies just like a all-gender restroom

Trips to Bahamas, y'all talkin' shit from the comments (Keep talkin')

We somewhere off the coast, smoking cartridges with my mama

It's Butch, I did it solid, turn visions to dollars

Seven year run, three away from that ten that I promised y'all on "One Way Flight"

Brick rawer than Monday night

I always been a bigger fish, y'all skinny pimps like Money Mike

Still no license, runnin' lights, I let you pick the gun and knife

Shay said there's no one as nice, and that **** was fuckin' right, so fuck you twice, it's Butch

Big Butch

You know how we do this

Nahmean?

Streets still belong to us

Yeah, big boys, Griselda, Black Soprano Family

Ah