Jermanie’s Graduation

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All eyes on me Yeah, everybody can't go This for us, man, this ain't for everybody Nah, I do this shit, I'll stand on that shit, man 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 telling niggas Yo, it'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 ODing off this shit if you bag it, don't wash your 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 niggas who still in they same position because our bond indestructible It go both ways, auntie spent a thirty on that rock And the nigga 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 trading 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 number 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 hearing 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 sliding, invited or not The violence won't stop, we on that same timing, them irons go cock Then them sliding doors pop My niggas catch you at that light, then light up your drop, it's like that The last opp we whacked, we reunited the block Long road since success, they hearts broke when I step They reminiscing of me, speaking 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, let sit these niggas next to Butch, so I'm shitting around these pussies just like an all-gender restroom Trips to Bahamas, y'all talking shit from the comments (Keep talking) 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've always been a bigger fish, y'all skinny pimps like Money Mike Still no license, running lights, I let you pick the gun and knife Shay said there's no one as nice, and that nigga was fucking right, so fuck you twice, Butch Big Butch You know how we do this Nah mean? Streets still belong to us Yeah, big boys, Griselda, Black Soprano Family Ah