Scholar
Lyrics
Sleeves rolled uh
What we dream fo uh
When the teeth aye show I can see ghost yea
It got sketchy like an artist seen their knees fold uh
I got busy there regardless like a cheat code aye
My middle finger was up uh and I ain't feel bad like algebra
Digital scale I'm out chea bruh flicking like Idris Elba bruh
Hold up counselors said I was done for
Youngins bored as fuck closet looking like a gun store
We ordered happy meals off that late night we were dumb poor
Had me out in London bass in voice like I turned one four yea
Off that crate uh pinch me like it's fake uh
Wear gasoline draws and light a good one fore I break uh
Everyone ain't looking Benjamin inside the face uh
All out on the line out for mines had to take hold up
Aye I'm a scholar in this shit her eyes all on my fit there's some dollars in this shit
Yea hold up took my time with all them flips uh
Grinding all them trips
Perfect timing I can't miss yea aye
Getting money now I'm handsome Scar face in the mansion everybody can't come straight up
Uh had me out there chancing hold up like a ransom stop me if I'm ranting yea
Lately, I've been pulling down my hoodie string I ain't got no chill
Ever seen an angel lose its wings they be on my street
We done took hits off that Luther King see gold on my teeth
Way before my family starve
Tie knot on the glad it's wrapped tighter than her scarf
Out the mud and back line up clean like I'm Harv uh
Family portrait I can't fall back
Tears sweat and blood I done made it here in all black
Sleeves rolled uh
What we dream fo uh
When the teeth aye show I can see ghost yea
It got sketchy like an artist seen their knees fold uh
I got busy there regardless like a cheat code aye
My middle finger was up uh and I ain't feel bad like algebra
Digital scale I'm out chea bruh flicking like Idris Elba bruh
Hold up counselors said I was done for
Youngins bored as fuck closet looking like a gun store
We ordered happy meals off that late night we were dumb poor
Had me out in London bass in voice like I turned one four yea
Off that crate uh pinch me like it's fake uh
Wear gasoline draws and light a good one fore I break uh
Everyone ain't looking Benjamin inside the face uh
All out on the line out for mines had to take hold up
Aye I'm a scholar in this shit her eyes all on my fit there's some dollars in this shit
Yea hold up took my time with all them flips uh
Grinding all them trips
Perfect timing I can't miss yea aye
Getting money now I'm handsome Scar face in the mansion everybody can't come straight up
Uh had me out there chancing hold up like a ransom stop me if I'm ranting yea
Lately, I've been pulling down my hoodie string I ain't got no chill
Ever seen an angel lose its wings they be on my street
We done took hits off that Luther King see gold on my teeth
Way before my family starve
Tie knot on the glad it's wrapped tighter than her scarf
Out the mud and back line up clean like I'm Harv uh
Family portrait I can't fall back
Tears sweat and blood I done made it here in all black
Writer(s): Philip Lindsey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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