Hood Scholar

Yeah, Millz
Know how we coming, yeah
Aye, started this shit from the ground
Hood Scholar, yeah
Aye, Millz

Started this shit from the ground, I said I was never gon' fail
Look at me now. Checks sent through the mail, paper on me like Yale
Moving em pounds, feds on my tail. Removing the tele to cover my trail
Bro outta town, whipping em bricks of the pale. I told him we boutta prevail (Yeah Millz)
Started this shit from the ground, I said I was never gon' fail
Look at me now. Checks sent through the mail, paper on me like Yale
Moving em pounds, feds on my tail. Removing the tele to cover my trail
Bro outta town, whipping em bricks of the pale. I told him we boutta prevail (Yeah Millz)

Get it by any means, I was 17 with a head of a genius
Thought about 20 ways to be rich, already planning the sequence
Ahead of my class, scheming. Teaching myself how to stack and leave it
If you ain't bout racks, beat it. Been in my bag, no chat or greetings
I'm not on the gram, I'm chopping the grams. Want a hunnid grand stuffed in my pants
Niggas watch from the stands. Run it up, can't give a fuck about a chant
Supply and demand, flip it. All of the ones in the field gon' understand
Stretching meals, now it's rubberbands. Hands on the wheel like Wonderland
So many late night rides (Millz) late night drives
Hang tight til my pay times five. Never gon' break my stride
Swerving em highway lanes, look forward not sideways
Turn 4k into 9k in a day, that's my type of timeframe
I gotta be young and rich. Cop me a crib, get out of the bricks
Want more than 7 figures in the bank. Need like 6 figures on my wrist
I got a lot on my list, checks up til everything checked off
Next up, ready to win. I'm the nigga who I'm putting my bets on

Started this shit from the ground, I said I was never gon' fail
Look at me now. Checks sent through the mail, paper on me like Yale
Moving em pounds, feds on my tail. Removing the tele to cover my trail
Bro outta town, whipping em bricks of the pale. I told him we boutta prevail (Yeah Millz)
Started this shit from the ground, I said I was never gon' fail
Look at me now. Checks sent through the mail, paper on me like Yale
Moving em pounds, feds on my tail. Removing the tele to cover my trail
Bro outta town, whipping em bricks of the pale. I told him we boutta prevail (Yeah Millz)

Yeah, know how we coming
Millz



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Writer(s): Marcus Duerr
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