Matt Andujo - Cigar Smoke (Intro) lyrics

[Verse 1] This for my college kids who wake up early just to get it in Coffee with cinnamon everydays the same like a synonym Ain't no f**ing jobs you thinking “Why I pay tuition then?” Young musician who never thought he had it in him to make it big So his dreams became a fallback Hit up a couple hip hop heads, left a message, they never called back Thought “sh** they probably busy” Right around the same time lil homey left L.A. for a new city Something more scenic, college over in Phoenix Still doing music on weekends because it's all that he believed in Dropped his first mixtape and called it “Parking Lot Dreamin'” Cause his dreams manifested on that black tar cement See, he was shy as f** bu*terflies first show, blunts burn as the crowd began to light em up Reciting all his lines backstage “Ayo Matt you up” Well here goes nothing, huh? Rest of my life begun.. [Hook] Cigar Smoke Aphrodesiacs They ask me, “really, how you feeling Matt?” Tell em I'm doing better than fine Remember back in '09 where no one gave me the time? Now it's little bit of that love that I've been fiending for A little change in my pocket I'm never seeing poor Cause I done seen that 100 times in my lifetime And like I said in ‘Parking Lot Dreamin' b**h, this is ‘My Time' This for my people in the streets still holding me down Everytime I come around you be f**ing with my sound Every song I know you feel it more Used to kick it right off Sycamore spittin by liquor stores before I dreamt of tour Now it's more than a dream Now I'm owning the league A step up from those nosebleeds back when nobody ever noticed me But recognition is something that I don't care about You think that's my motivation while grubbing on this carryout Spending hours on Sunset my verses I let em air em out Rappers they getting scared about the kid they never heard about It's ironic college I was taking that better route Few years later on instrumentals I'm committing murder now Guess that was God's plan Guess I'm just God's man My drive ain't never left me, guess it's like my right hand I'd rather die as I'm standing than live on my knees I just hope that when I die I see heaven and not degrees, you feel me? [Hook]