Doscotti - The Scholar Lyrics

I remember when my rap name was DomoTheScholar
Once I changed it to Doscotti everybody followed
All these styles and these different flows these niggas borrow
I feel like Chief Sosa I'm balling hard there's no tomorrow
Getting cash, I'm flying around with that big bag
Just to get a breath a fresh air like a Tic-Tac
I don't even flex, but I got them big mad
And I done helped out hella niggas, time to quit that
I meant that, now watch this
I don't even gotta say shit, and I'm the topic
I'm making moves these niggas mocking
I always said failure is not an option
Its a choice though
We all got the same 24, and you gone choose broke
Some niggas work them 9-5s, some niggas sell dope
But either way this life a hustle, some niggas choose both
It's all about how you go about it, what you gone do though
They be like Scottie how are you a Scholar
You only 20 years young, and you dropped out of college
That ain't a problem yeah I'm on my way to a million dollars
That hundred band brick in my arms gone feel solid
The hustle come from the heart yeah I had empty pockets
Big bro taught me how to ball nobody baller blocking me
And once I'm in that mode ain't nobody stopping me
Hopefully you get that picture there's no cropping me nigga
Honestly I'm moving comfortably, there's no con to me
In the pro game winning kinda easy there's no comp to me
Triple threat like Wade, Bron and Bosh like they on the heat
And I'ma get that Rollie on my wrist, there's no time to keep
Solidly I do this effortlessly it's a job to me
Mind my businesses, so you know there is no bossing me
There is no possibly my brothers on, yeah they gotta be
Probably, nah that's just a saying that they doubted me
That bread bout' a arm and leg being broke is dead
Got my credit I'll just watch them edit, and leave it on read
Get some more, counting all this dough it's falling on the floor
For the low, I just copped some gear and flipped it for the 4
It's crazy good done happened when I started saying "no"
What you know about selling all your dreams and letting go huh
Make it come right back like it didn't even fold huh
Then move up to the finer things where everything is gold huh
They be like Scottie how are you a Scholar
You only 20 years young, and you dropped out of college
That ain't a problem yeah I'm on my way to a million dollars
That hundred band brick in my arms gone feel solid
The hustle come from the heart yeah I had empty pockets
Big bro taught me how to ball nobody baller blocking me
And once I'm in that mode ain't nobody stopping me
Hopefully you get that picture there's no cropping me nigga