Goodbye

Goodbye -Ezzy

Written by ：Rafi Gavron /Ezri Walker /Willie Hale /Willie Clark

Yea

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 d**e in it

But you also the reason why niggas 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

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

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 niggas can't come

I got a lot at stake son that's why the flow is A1

Get it I'm A1with 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 niggas 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

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 eye yea

And you can see it you know it yea

But hey who knows

Yea who knows

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

Who knows

Who knows

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

Who knows