Transitions Single by Traa Lyrics
Rehearsing in class while the teacher staring at me
Meanwhile I ignore her and think about how I can make Miss. Cherry Pie happy
She swings both ways and she could try to get at me
So I stay prepared to make sure the opportunity never pass me
Told her to match me
She bought a dime, I bought a dime, we had a dub, now roll it up and match me
Blunt hanging from my lips, her too and now we’re matching
Became a stoner out of nowhere how did this happen
Momma’s little boy no longer little, and now he’s slacking
In school, and saggin, tryna look cool
Impress women, but that’s a given
Acting free, and feeling like he’s in prison
His mind imprisoned him in, like a prism
His wisdom put into rhythm
Just hoping for a way out
Knowing damn well music is his only way out
Either that or take the coward’s way out
Funny though, he already tried that, I guess it’s tight
Light brown belt tight around his windpipe
Hanging from his ceiling fan, until his number one fan
Decided to pick up her phone
Dial his number, 612, you know the rest
Heard it ring right before he was about to take his last breath
Vision blurry, Filled with fury, In a hurry
Tryna get down
Gotta get it, but can’t reach it
Like the situation I’m in now
You know it’s real when you end up in the same damn position
But the difference is back then my composition wasn’t even competition
And I didn’t care about my intuition so my momma stopped my tuition
While I just recited my lines in repetition
Just me, this spiffy spliff and my trippy trips
Feeling smaller than microchips
Watching leaves fall in the fall as they drip
Into chocolate chips then fall into a pit
Just might take a dip
In the sky beneath me
You’re all beneath me
I would say I’m above all, but that’s beneath me
And truth is you probably wouldn’t believe me
But I had to cuss this girl out just to make that b leave me
Then get friendzoned by the girl i like because, on quote, she don’t think she can
Please me
This rap shit too easy
Just smoke a blunt
My transition game crazy
These days the whole rap game is just straight lazy
Niggas been hating but that shit don’t phase me
Because I know that one day it will be the same niggas who hated that pay me
I can’t wait for the day when labels ask me if they can pay me
And I turn they bitch ass down because they wasn’t there in the beginning
I’m bout to fuck up your mind like a head on collision
Look
My ambition proficient
And my momma been bitchin
And hissin I never fuckin listen
Quit trippin moms I just wanna be a musician
And do the one thing that I love to make a living
See I’m driven
To not end up like my daddy, another worthless nigga up in prison
Can’t you just respect that?
Nah you wanna follow tradition
And like every other parent, wanna raise a successful pediatrician
Or a fucking politician
Are you tryna tell me being an entertainer isn’t sufficient?
This song just turned into a fucking rant
But I just want to see the day where I’m prepping for a show while the crowd chants
And I’m opening for one of my idols, like Logic or that rapper Chance
And I’m thinking to myself like God damn, this is my chance
To win a crowd of people to get bigger and tour France
Just hoping I can advance
To my own shows in arenas and my finances are enhanced
To the point where you can see my stacks bulging out my pants
And all the girls just wanna get into my pants
But I’m tryna be judged by more than what’s in my pants
Show them that success is in my genes, not talking bout the money in my pants
Damn
I hope y’all really feelin this
Cuz honestly it took me about a month just to finish this
Thats not including all the time it took to mix and master
Just know that i’ve been practicing so i can get you music faster
But, I’m in the biggest Transition of my life so far
And, I don’t know if i can take much more
Damn, and I feel remorse
That’s why I wrote this for
Transitions
Meanwhile I ignore her and think about how I can make Miss. Cherry Pie happy
She swings both ways and she could try to get at me
So I stay prepared to make sure the opportunity never pass me
Told her to match me
She bought a dime, I bought a dime, we had a dub, now roll it up and match me
Blunt hanging from my lips, her too and now we’re matching
Became a stoner out of nowhere how did this happen
Momma’s little boy no longer little, and now he’s slacking
In school, and saggin, tryna look cool
Impress women, but that’s a given
Acting free, and feeling like he’s in prison
His mind imprisoned him in, like a prism
His wisdom put into rhythm
Just hoping for a way out
Knowing damn well music is his only way out
Either that or take the coward’s way out
Funny though, he already tried that, I guess it’s tight
Light brown belt tight around his windpipe
Hanging from his ceiling fan, until his number one fan
Decided to pick up her phone
Dial his number, 612, you know the rest
Heard it ring right before he was about to take his last breath
Vision blurry, Filled with fury, In a hurry
Tryna get down
Gotta get it, but can’t reach it
Like the situation I’m in now
You know it’s real when you end up in the same damn position
But the difference is back then my composition wasn’t even competition
And I didn’t care about my intuition so my momma stopped my tuition
While I just recited my lines in repetition
Just me, this spiffy spliff and my trippy trips
Feeling smaller than microchips
Watching leaves fall in the fall as they drip
Into chocolate chips then fall into a pit
Just might take a dip
In the sky beneath me
You’re all beneath me
I would say I’m above all, but that’s beneath me
And truth is you probably wouldn’t believe me
But I had to cuss this girl out just to make that b leave me
Then get friendzoned by the girl i like because, on quote, she don’t think she can
Please me
This rap shit too easy
Just smoke a blunt
My transition game crazy
These days the whole rap game is just straight lazy
Niggas been hating but that shit don’t phase me
Because I know that one day it will be the same niggas who hated that pay me
I can’t wait for the day when labels ask me if they can pay me
And I turn they bitch ass down because they wasn’t there in the beginning
I’m bout to fuck up your mind like a head on collision
Look
My ambition proficient
And my momma been bitchin
And hissin I never fuckin listen
Quit trippin moms I just wanna be a musician
And do the one thing that I love to make a living
See I’m driven
To not end up like my daddy, another worthless nigga up in prison
Can’t you just respect that?
Nah you wanna follow tradition
And like every other parent, wanna raise a successful pediatrician
Or a fucking politician
Are you tryna tell me being an entertainer isn’t sufficient?
This song just turned into a fucking rant
But I just want to see the day where I’m prepping for a show while the crowd chants
And I’m opening for one of my idols, like Logic or that rapper Chance
And I’m thinking to myself like God damn, this is my chance
To win a crowd of people to get bigger and tour France
Just hoping I can advance
To my own shows in arenas and my finances are enhanced
To the point where you can see my stacks bulging out my pants
And all the girls just wanna get into my pants
But I’m tryna be judged by more than what’s in my pants
Show them that success is in my genes, not talking bout the money in my pants
Damn
I hope y’all really feelin this
Cuz honestly it took me about a month just to finish this
Thats not including all the time it took to mix and master
Just know that i’ve been practicing so i can get you music faster
But, I’m in the biggest Transition of my life so far
And, I don’t know if i can take much more
Damn, and I feel remorse
That’s why I wrote this for
Transitions