United Center Saba (Ft. Chandlar & Ken Ross)

[Intro: Saba]
The United Center
We’re united in it
Go away for the winter, reunite –
I should start this out with a shoutout to Lil Papi (haha)

[Verse 1: Saba]
Boy, why you ain’t got your tuition in order
You ‘posed to keep them dollars coming, Travis Porter
Travis Porter, go to school, raise a family, pay your mortgage
And whatever responsibilities come along with your maturity
But you’s a rebel child, oh you think that you’re gon' be some rapper now?
You actually could have made it out
While you were learning to spell, your friends were getting expelled
Your mama sure taught you well
Grandma sure taught you well
Proud of where I’m brought up, brought up in the heart of
A slums, I didn’t get a gun when you’re born
Well you better have a nice pump, fake
Cause you drive to the hole with the score and the go
And the goal is to go pro
This for all those who had these dreams then got cut from the B team
They step back in the class rap
Not social psychopath rap
That I ain’t left the lab since nine
The lab rap rat
Hood got change for your dollar and a dream
These niggas were cleaning crews
They weren’t messin' with the team