Jai Blizz - C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.E. [original] Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Had them nights in the hole/ just rice in a bowl
It's the price what you sow/ I got a license to go
I'm a walking timebomb/ i'm ignited to blow
Got indicted for blow/ hater's excited fa sho
3 high school credits/ but I still ain't dumb
Faced life two times, pimpin' still ain't sung
They say life too short/ but I couldn't agree
Picture mandatory 20 and you couldn't get free
Man free Baby Boy/ Man free G Baby
The time that they got woulda drove me crazy
Free Reggie, New York, and my nigga Jamal
Tyree, Fat Rat, I pray for 'em all
And everybody else, man Ima pray for you too
Just cause I forgot ya name don't mean we wasn't cool
Man celebrate for the times that's here/ and the times to come
Man i'm feeling like I won

[Chorus]
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Celebrate for that dayy that they let me free
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Pop a bottle for the one's that said it wouldn't be me
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Celebrate for my man's that won't get free
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Man I still did my thang and I ain't need a degree

[Verse2:]
Trapper of the year/ I can't add up my stains
Hoping I ain't on that list when they add up them names
But I been feeling a little broke/ a little outta my element
But when you see 'em taking pictures, homie stop selling it
Do it like this, since I got good plugs
Ima charge a nigga extra when he need him some drugs
And a J ask for credit/ gotta give me collateral
Cause I ain't tryna go back to a ball like a lateral
Yeah I got the latter to- the altitude, the latitude
Don't show a attitude/ boy just show me gratitude
Fiends tryna cut they head cause I ain't give 'em a hit
Bitches tryna cut my bread cause I ain't give 'em the dick

[Chorus]
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Celebrate for that dayy that they let me free
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Pop a bottle for the one's that said it wouldn't be me
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Celebrate for my man's that won't get free
C.E.L.E.-B.R.A.T.E
Man I still did my thang and I ain't need a degree

[Verse 3]
The say practice makes perfect, well I gotta agree
That's how I learned how to cook crack before I got a degree
Boy lil' niggas stuntin' like "who fresher than me"?
Whipping at 16/ hustlin' embedded in me
See I cool it most the time/ boy they be listening
I be thinking people telling on me when they whistling
Watching the law creep/ I wonder what they mission is
Just got a new strap, already know where the kitchen is
This shit too loud/ might blow out your eardrums
It's 2011, homeboy I don't wear 1's
And I don't need a chain for you to remember my name
Clientele on the block still remember my cane
And that cat no name still remember my aim
Had the wildest fiends ever/ still remember my stains
Stomp homie out the Chuck's/ still remember my sprains
Thousands in a transaction, still remember my gains