Greek Scholar (Ft. ICECOLDBISHOP)

[Ché Noir]
Yeah, right
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It’s a poetic thing when we talk on these records like this
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Uh huh
Yeah, uh
Yo look

I’m in a race between money and power it’s a different chase
This shit insane
Fighting demons so much that I forget to pray
My skin and face made me more self reliant
You just a [?] slave for whips and chains
13 minutes is up, you only live a day
[?] these niggas carry on they hips for problems
Fix and solve ‘em turn all you niggas into some crippled walkers
Seem this charm I hang on my neck, I couldn’t play with Harvard
Students willing to die for respеct so we considered martyrs
Sweet talkеrs chillin next to beach water
Money toss got cheap offers
Spend it, then I recharge it
Teaching my word inside of schools, I’m a Greek Scholar
The wise never defends a fool, I could teach charters
Niggas is scared shook
It’s strange how the kings could fear rooks
I feel good, but walk in these rooms and I get weird looks
My [?] hood, I found comfort amongst the violence
And never amounts to nothing my was like a science nigga

[ICECOLDBISHOP]
I was raised by gangsters, my OGs was foaming at the mouth
If you looking for it brody probably stole it out yo house
Forgot to count the shit he stole so I don’t know what’s the amount
Made an example out that nigga cause he know that it’s a drought
Brody broke a brick on counter
It was dope up in the grout
You can see the silver handle poking when he crouch
Fingers twisted in his picture so they know what he about
I would say the rest but granny might put soap up in my mouth
Shell case sound just like Spaulding when it bounce
Bro can show you how to mix the scalding with a ounce
Givenchy on the glasses, but it’s Balmain in the pouch
Watching Belly with a [?] wood, revolver on the couch
Twelve gauge on the table but I sawed it at the spout
I’ll get these arms jumpin like a jogger on his route
What it mean when you see that painter’s solvent in the house
Gloves on like Antonio Tarver in a bout