Aristotle

That's none of my business all in my bag shawty She got all my interest dynamite damn shorty And pardon my language down to my last bottle That's not in my physics feeling like Aristotle Been up til morning I'm outchea recording no yawning I'm sipping americano I used to wonder how i really wanted to take y'all by storm like I'm Carolina Now I'm just overachieving you underperforming ain't mean to embarrass y'all tho I still remember the stares I know y'all thought I'd never get here but that's none of my Ok the grass can't grow if you cease rain How they blocking our votes at the precinct From the concrete rose my ambition In a mosh pit feeling like rocky balboa In the box ring showing no weakness Ecclesiastes sowing then I'm reaping If you ask me I'm going for the kingdom Why he brought me only God know the reason it's That's none of my business all in my bag shawty She got all my interest dynamite damn shorty And pardon my language down to my last bottle That's not in my physics feeling like Aristotle Okay I'm feeling like Aristotle Keep it 38 put in Fahrenheit And niggas don't care til you dead or pop off I know it ain't fair but what's fair in life And shawty I ain't cheating I'm just filling my roster Okay a nigga kidding I'll just you give my passcode Whatever doesn't kill me meant me for me to just prosper My daddy a pastor my brother a Rasta I'm just a rockstar modern Picasso I bet your bottom dollar I'll do more than surpass you Won't fold or won't bend Mordecai stands But according to them it depends what are the chances look You niggas my sons I guess it make you some bastards I big up my funds I'm waiting on the advances They running they mouth like Forrest Gump at his fastest Thought a nigga said sum but my attention expensive cause it's That's none of my business, all in my bag shawty She got all my interest, dynamite damn shorty And pardon my language, down to my last bottle That's not in my physics, feeling like Aristotle That's none of my business, all in my bag shawty She got all my interest, dynamite damn shorty And pardon my language, down to my last bottle That's not in my physics, feeling like Aristotle