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Intro
They hand you the diploma like it come with a direction
Verse 1
Cap and gown still got the Ross tag from Sunrise Mama took the picture, posted it, thirty-seven likes Standin' in the Sawgrass lot just starin' at my phone Counselor said pick a major, I said major into what Pops been drivin' for the county since I was in pull-ups Same route, same check, same unit off Sistrunk Watched him iron that shirt a thousand Tuesday mornings If that's the blueprint then the blueprint got a leak Applied to Broward College 'cause it's close, not 'cause I know Everybody got a plan, I got a Publix application And a stomach full of somethin' sayin' I already started late
Pre-chorus
Got the walk but where the road at Got the cap but not the code, nah
Chorus
No GPS, no GPS Dropped the pin but I don't know where I am yet No GPS, no GPS Mama prayin' for a path I ain't found yet No GPS, every turn look like a dead end No GPS, still movin' when my feet heavy
Verse 2
Work the double at Memorial so he could walk that stage Came home, feet swole, saw him on the ceiling, nah His daddy did the same, same couch, same channel, same way out Can't watch it twice, put too many hours in Dropped out two semesters deep when that test came back with his heartbeat Sunrise and Commercial, catchin' the forty-two bus Prayin' over transfers hopin' God give my son the push Ain't got the words so I cook yellow rice and beans A plate that say what my mouth won't
Chorus
No GPS, no GPS Dropped the pin but I don't know where I am yet No GPS, no GPS Mama prayin' for a path I ain't found yet No GPS, every turn look like a dead end No GPS, still movin' when my feet heavy
Verse 3
Used to cut through Carol City four deep in the Malibu Trey caught a sentence, Dre got a daughter, humble you Seen him at the station Fifty-Fourth and Twelfth Dutch and a water, lookin' like he need help We don't say that though, just ask if he straight He said I'm good, the lie every one of us make Different zip same pain, seven-eight-six to nine-five-four Had the grades though, that kill me, now he clockin' in At Winn-Dixie off Hallandale and Park
Verse 4
Manager call him buddy, cap his hours at twenty-six Benefits don't apply, smile while somethin' die on the shelf Hater from the old school post Forbes every week No excuses from a Brickell condo daddy bought Motivate from balconies, never walked these blocks FPL deposit three-fifty just to get the lights back on
Bridge
Googlin' what should I do with my life at two AM Screen glow blue like it know I ain't got a plan Pops drove that route twenty years Mama rode that bus twenty years I refuse to ride that line But I don't know which stop is mine
Verse 5
They want a five-year plan from somebody can't plan past Friday FPL bill was the lesson, not no lecture in a library Learned economics watchin' Mama count quarters in the jar Learned geography from every shortcut through Lauderdale by car Maybe I don't need the major, maybe I just need the mirror Buildin' somethin' they ain't got a course for at the school No template, no map, no GPS, no rules Palm trees down here lean crooked and they still standin' I'ma lean crooked too, figure it out my way
Outro
No GPS Just feet on Broward pavement Feelin' in my chest say I'ma make it different Not better, don't know what better look like Just different
Inside the recording
They hand you the diploma like it come with a direction
Got the walk but where the road at Got the cap but not the code, nah
No GPS Just feet on Broward pavement
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