College Street (feat. G Huff) Video (MV)

Seem like yesterday I was a juvenile on College Street
Sniffing so much Oxycontin I would get the nose bleeds
Sitting in a cell so it's always f*ck the police
Sorry to my momma but for y'all it's no apologies
Showed up day one getting into mischief
Double stack hid in the elastic of my fitted cap
Newport pack with a couple cigarettes
A stolen miniature bic and a gram of sticky mids
Damn, 15 I was a silly kid
But silly is a slippery slope man it really is
One day you sliding pills, dollar bills exchanging hands
The next is solitary getting letters from your friends
Imagine then I was the president
Not to mention chasing scholarships for colleges
Back then I learned that doing drugs would keep me sane
And when I graduated that was my release date

Yeah it's time to hit a ciggy in the back of the woods
After another shitty lunch that the Academy cooked
I still can't believe why my parents had sent us
Got me fiending for some drugs from them black web vendors
Then it's back to tennis, make a serve up in the net
'Cuz I'm a backward menace, a f*cking bastard sentenced
Steady serving his time
Swerving past the jerks with all the words that I rhyme
I'm finna jerk it tonight
It's Grand River Academy who be really damn mad at me
'Cuz I called the Dean's mad fat, on instagram actually
So he took me to his office looking furious too
He said, "Grant we gotta talk about your future at school
Seems that you're displeased with your current education
If you really want to leave, you're 18, we can arrange it"
I looked at him confused, I said, "Get to the point"
An hour later I'm on a bus headed home to Detroit, shit

Big homie Ross the Boss taught me how to face my fears
Taught me how to beat the piss test with a joint behind my ear
Taught me how to keep my cool when I'm flipping out the pockets
And the baggie on me could have cost me 25 years
And it was really like that
They put you in the hole and you don't ever get your life back
I ain't being funny ain't nobody going harder
Y'all acting like we chummy it ain't my blood in the water, back up
I don't act tough I am tough
Ask the punk ass pig who tried to put me in some hand cuffs
Product in my pocket tried to duck his ass and run
But he up and pulled the gun yelling, "Put your f*cking hands up"
Look at me I'm still alive
23 I'm blessed to be here, grateful I survived
I'm living free and smoking weed no need to ease the pain
So you'll never hear me say I miss them College Street days