เนื้อเพลง Scholar - Gucci Mane

[Intro:]
The legendary DJ Scream
The legendary Gucci Mane
The young legend DJ Spinz
And this Trap God 2 n*gga

I guess run cool you a game but you just a f*ckin lame
I can put you up on something but you still wouldn't lie or nothing
You know the game is to be sold man, pull up fore you lames might
(Can't just give that sh*t to you n*gga)
I spent half of my life n*gga sellin crack c*caine
(... in this sh*t n*gga)

[Verse 1:]
I'm a victim of the dop game, I don't like the 9-9
I don't like the main drop, I just like c*caine drop
All I do is drop top, man I'm so goddamn hot
If you got a old car then go get a new one
If you don't got no script go and get yo 2 gun
Got a b*tch so fine with me, she make me wanna do some
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever, you's a kill throwin
Baby got that slow tone, my trap like a group home
I'm bad with n*ggas but I'm good with b*tches
Language of man, sound superstitious
I like the riches, no pot to piss in
Three years going I ain't seen no Christmas
Six months going I ain't seein no drop
Work do good they don't ever get slow
Putting bar doors on all my houses
I'm a put her with all my flows

[Hook:]
Talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad I need a damn cover
Pill n*ggas ain't turning sh*t down but my damn collar
Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap Scholar
Talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad I need a damn cover
Pimp, money turnin don't sh*t but my damn collar
Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar

[Verse 2:]
Hit the club on Clinton Hill but yea I got them 30 dollars
Drag a b*tch so bad I need a goddamn dog collar
Pull up in 3 Phantoms like I'm crib flow damn dollars
And if your b*tch with me, no need to call, don't even bother
Limpin, screamin, pimpin, turn my trap to a damn brothel
Need these pieces on my Charger, tryna dodge every pothole
You ain't gotta worry bout yo b*tch cause yo boys got er
Said she want some d*ck, then guess what she gon get a whole lotta
Nothing but I think I need a goddamn and a rider
If this Rollie keep it rolling, for Wale I holy moly
I'm golden, coming gold deep
Can't remember these f*ck n*ggas homey
I'm a young n*gga but I OG
I'm bout to turn these to the old me
And no OC, I could OD cause I drink so much damn codeine
I'm solo, no codeine
And these mackin letters of my homey
Don't bump, I ain't talkin bout mollies
Have more paint talkin bout coffee
I don't give a damn about you n*gga and don't give a damn about the police

[Hook:]
Talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad I need a damn cover
Pill n*ggas ain't turning sh*t down but my damn collar
Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholar
Talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad I need a damn cover
Pimp, money turnin don't sh*t but my damn collar
Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar