Yid the Scholar - The Box

Third eye winking
Made man I should be cleaning
Making way past what you thinking
I'm spending and saving like Jesus
Was face to face with all my demons
Was face to face with all my demons
They popping so many damn pills
These motherfuckers crazy
She pop the P like a new seal
She bout to go crazy
Quit your 9 to 5 and get the profit
.44 on me I don't have to cock it
Hustle like I do not have an option
Please don't try to play me cause I'm bout it
Please don't try to play me cause I'm bout it
Use to do empty show but now they crowded
Funny how when you ballin they be foulin
Holdin these hunnits keepin it a thousand
Shemagh on my head I'm lookin unapproachable
Topic is money funny how I'm sociable
All this sneak dissin shit will get dysfunctional
Don't worry bout my life it is Stevie Wonderful
Hater I'm getting to paper
Hard work I make it look easy
Know I get the shirts in the pack
Know the shirts come in stack
Boy you know I got the fire like a demon
Getting so many checks bout to sign away
Yo boat don't float can't ride the wave
Scholar to your mama
Y.i.d for your daughter
Got a chopper in my hand
You got a meeting with the barber
A meeting with the coffin
The green got my coughin
Even when it's not sunny
Give her D in the morning
Made my heart bleed r.i.p to the homey
Are we living in hell just breathe in the moment
Just breathe in the moment
Just breathe in the moment
Even when life looking like a scene from a movie
Ten stacks sittin in the thing with the tooly
In my head seperate dreams from illusions
Dreams from illusion
Dreams from illusion
Free the big homie until he is free
They peepin for trouble keep it on the side me
Peepin for trouble he don't know the prophecy

Written by:
Ayman Eggleston

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