Aristotle Lyrics

Ran this shit up from the bottom Hell yeah, I ran into problems

Man, I thought I knew it all Call me Yung C Aristotle

When my back had touch that wall, I flew like a pilot auto

I can't really hang around, cause you be going places I don't

They be stooping low, and I always been taught to take the high road

I know how to read, but God in me, so I don't need no Bible

Take it how you want to, it ain't personal, can't be my rival

Niggas forgot just who I am, okay, let me remind you

I done seen this shit fail a hundred times too

Corrected all my wrongs, and I made a better move

Yung C, he don't trip, cause he ain't got a thing to prove to you

Nah, he ain't got a thing to prove

Take shit for what it is, I never had to force it

Sliding in Benz, like 700 horses

Cut off the world stay to myself when I get upset

Fucking around, playing with them Cardis had me offset

Fucking on a bitch that own a business this shit boss sex

Trying to get me to open up, I like get off that

Last bitch had ran off with my heart and still ain't brought it back

Feel I need some rest, cause this shit fucking with my cardiac

If you knew that you wasn't gonna be here then why you offer that

I'm the type to let shit be, I promise I won't alter that

I don't give a fuck, you call me greedy, I need all of that

Don't put me with these niggas stealing flows, I ain't a part of that

Niggas stretch the truth up in they songs, so they don't call it cap

He saw the best, I wouldn't have made it, feel like Marvin Sapp

I had to break up out the system, that shit all a trap

I cannot get lost up in the sauce I'm trying to get on the map

You should've seen when I first started, not a single clap

Now I cannot get these bitches on me, they been running laps

Graduated from that bullshit, it ain't no going back

Trying to keep a level head, grinding, bitch, I

Ran this shit up from the bottom Hell yeah, I ran into problems

Man, I thought I knew it all Call me Yung C Aristotle

When my back had touch that wall, I flew like a pilot auto

I can't really hang around, cause you be going places I don't

They be stooping low, and I always been taught to take the high road

I know how to read, but God in me, so I don't need no Bible

Take it how you want to, it ain't personal, can't be my rival

Niggas forgot just who I am, okay, let me remind you

I done seen this shit fail a hundred times too

Corrected all my wrongs, and I made a better move

Yung C, he don't trip, cause he ain't got a thing to prove to you

Nah, he ain't got a thing to prove

Take shit for what it is, I never had to force it

Sliding in Benz, like 700 horses

Cut off the world stay to myself when I get upset

Fucking around, playing with them Cardis had me offset