Lyrics
I just wrote this shit
Yea
Street scholars
(Ugh)
S S R
All my women fine and leave you thirsty
Like sprite mixing lemon lime
None less than 10 or 9
You do your business right
Let me attend to mine
A head nod Could OK a crime
I'm The Don behind Hitters
That make you See K's (cK)
Like Calvin Klein
This little light of mine
I'm a let it shine
Nah Knowledge is weaponry built legacies
For every child of mine
And Son negus
No child left behind
Still popping like chambers on a 9
We got the same 24hours
But a different grind
You pop pills to do drills
I'm from where they shoot the chrome with heart
Few sparks redesign your chrome hearts
Youngin legitimize your hustle
Keep your dome smart
Who can stop the don non able
Like spelling Lebanon backwards
I'm here to separate the main guys
From non factors
You gone get this work like contractors
Ghost writer you need help then Contact us
No lames in my phone
I only store connects
This Off top it get deeper when my
Thoughts connect
Welcome to the regime I employ cadets
I'm a mix of khaddafi and Malcom X
My outcome next keep income in our land
Hoping off of jets
Endorse nothing If you don't own it yet
On a race to millions
On your March get set
I sold rock and roll white like Joan jett
And Ran with hustlers that sold wutang wet
Ha
Your trap could never compare to us
Stay ten toes when the god in Your area
Never seen I Ran (Iran) like Saudi Arabia
Spooky season about to get scarier
You free lunch Im back cooking
Cafeteria
And it's caps up street scholar just gearing up