Greek Scholar

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It's a poetic thing when we talk on these records like this

Yeah, uh-huh

Yeah, uh, yo, look

I'm in a race between money and power, it's a different chase

This shit insane, fighting demons so much that I forget to pray

My skin and face made me more self reliant, you just a richer slave

For whips and chains, fifteen minutes is up, you only live a day

Switches all that these **** carry on they hips for problems

Fix and solve 'em turn all you **** into some crippled walkers

Sentence charm I hang on my neck, I couldn't play with Harvard

Students willing to die for respect, so we considered martyrs

Sweet talkers chillin' next to beach water

Money talks, got cheap offers

Spend it, then I recharge it

Teaching my words inside of schools, I'm a Greek Scholar

The wise never defends a fool, I could teach charters

**** is scared, shook, it's strange how the kings could fear rooks

I feel good, but walk in these rooms and I get weird looks

My bears hood, I found comfort amongst the violence

And never amounts to nothing, my conscience was like a science, ****

And so many commit hideous acts

He said that he himself would eat human flesh

But it sufficed because he had faith

Faith in a new master

I was raised by gangsters, my OGs was foaming at the mouth

If you looking for it, brodie probably stole it out your house

Forgot to count the shit he stole, so I don't know what's the amount

Made an example out that **** 'cause he know that it's a drought

Brodie broke a brick on counter, it was dope up in the grout

You can see the silver handle poking when he crouch

Fingers twisted in his picture, so they know what he about

I would say the rest, but granny might put soap up in my mouth

Shell case sound just like Spaulding when it bounce

Bro can show you how to mix the scalding with an ounce

Givenchy on the glasses, but it's Balmain on the pouch

Watching Belly with a chrome and wood revolver on the couch

Twelve gauge on the table, but I sawed it at the spout

I'll get these arms pumpin' like a jogger on his route

What it mean when you see that painter's solvent in the house?

Gloves on like Antonio Tarver in a bout