Harvard Scholar Lyrics

Was feeling a little pain inside

I was hoping I could paint your lies

The truth is never advertised

Somehow the truth is caught in ties

Ties, ties, ties

The average never recognize

I'm not trying to be recognized

They're tryna get me scrutinized

Lying through their teeth and I ain't never been caught in ties

Not worried bout the suits and ties

I ain't worried about no suits and ties...

Ties, ties, ties

The only time I'm suit and tie

Is when I'm on one knee and I realize you weren't telling me

Lies, lies, lies

But baby that'd take some time

Was hoping you could make some time

To let me pull up on you tonight and ya know

Ride, ride, ride

Another day, another dollar

Have to pay to be a scholar

Money, money, money, money

Just to get a C at Harvard

Funny, funny, funny, funny

Professor says "you should've tried harder"

I got B's like I've been balling

Money still be steady calling

A B over your C regardless

People tell me that I'm gnarly

I got a troubled past, double cash, free gas

That'd send your ass back to the past and relapse

I'm right back on the track

I'm right back on the beat

I'm right back with the heat

Al Pacino your sheets

Don't say brack you ain't street

You know that I be spitting off the top

The way I spit it off the top

The same way hit it off your top

Like cap boy you drop

You best get out my spot

Before I go take your thot

Get top in the parking lot outside your spot

I'm hot, boy you not, matter fact- oh hold up

*ding*

There goes your thot

I'm boutta drop the top and swerve the block

And get top in the parking lot like I told you the plot

Keep up, oh wait, I forgot that you cannot

I'm heat boy you not

Let me not reverse this car

I might go back to go get another round I'm far

Much farther ahead than anyone from before

I swear I'm stepping so hard I make the big stepper roar

That's shout out to K.Dot

I still play M.A.A.D City on my vinyl

Watch it spin like a radar

I got opps on my radar but I would rather play hard

Don't wanna sit behind bars for someone who don't go hard

So let me sit back, relax, and smoke this gas

While I stack my cash so high you need a plane to get over that

(He's on fire)