Soundtracks - Goodbye by Ezzy lyrics

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, "f**k 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 n***as 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? [Hook: Ezzy & [?]] 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 [Verse 2: Ezzy] 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 [Bridge: Ezzy & [?]] 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? [Hook: Ezzy & [?]] 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