| A young scholar with super knowledge
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| Never thought I’d see the day that I would have to drop out of college
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| I guess I prolly' should of been more dedicated to getting educated
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| Do more papers so I could go get 'em graded
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| I mean, for my work ethic I had no respect
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| Cause I only made it through a deep connect, it’s who ya know
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| But you would think I would take advantage cause these chances vanish
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| Should of been over-zealous cause when it comes to learning man you gotta stay
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| famished
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| But for some reason new things seemed rancid
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| And life won’t wait man that’s word to rancid
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| Feeling like a prisoner in the school and whether I make it out or not I gotta
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| pay a ransom
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| Life’s a woman on ice I tried to Tessa Virtue and ended up dancing
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| And now my consciousness wasn’t fully aware of the consequence of not
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| completing this obstacle
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| That I made more complicated than it needed to be
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| So when it was time for the challenge
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| It was too complex for me to conquer it
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| And if I don’t change
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| Don’t treat me a way
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| Cause I’m a young scholar |
| I’m a young scholar
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| Don’t throw dirt on my name
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| Try to bring shame
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| Cause I done took the blame yea
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| I’m a young scholar
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| I’m a young scholar
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| Damn, I should of, put in my best work
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| School wasn’t with my lack of effort
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| Calls to the office saying to go to class more often cause
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| Financial aid was gunna drop what they had offered
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| But I didn’t follow orders
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| Guess my mind was distorted
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| I have no one else to blame
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| I put the nail in the coffin
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| I tried to be a rebel I
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| Should of been more eager
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| Cause I end up moving backwards, lost the vision like Leber
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| C, D, F's all on my name
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| Knowing I don’t want them there
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| Still tell 'em that school is fine
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| Cause that’s what they wanna hear
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| Even though things are going wrong
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| But I cannot tell 'em that
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| Cause once they hear about the slack
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| Man they’ll probably treat you bad
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| Man they’ll probably think you’re stupid
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| Man they’ll probably think you’re losing
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| Man they’ll probably think you’ll make excuses to make no improvements
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| Man they’ll probably say you gotta brain but you don’t ever use it |
| Just a D student a genius with no records to prove it
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| I watched my sister get her bachelor’s
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| And I’m gon' watch her get her master’s too
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| And everybody telling me
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| To go back to school
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| Cause at her celebration
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| They said the time has been passed to you
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| Yea, that opened up the floor
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| I tryda ignore the conversation
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| Cause I feel insecure
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| Knowing damn well that if I go back I’m gunna do poor
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| Cause when it comes to school and music
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| Which one am I into more? |
| Yea!
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| And I ain’t gon' lie about it
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| Few years ago, my school advisor
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| Met my mother and tried to advise her
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| Not to pay too much for college
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| Cause she was doubting
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| She was right about
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| But in my mind I was making it
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| Cause I spit Riker’s Island
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| And everyone says I need a fallback
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| But what happens if my fall back starts falling back
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| And I don’t know where I fall at
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| Matter fact, I ain’t gon' make the 'ifs' a hassle
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| Imma throw the cap up right after I cross the stage
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| And change sides of the tassel |