Aristotle Lyrics

That's none of my business all in my bag shawty

She got all my interest dynamite damn shorty

And pardon my language down to my last bottle

That's not in my physics feeling like Aristotle

Been up til morning I'm outchea recording no yawning I'm sipping americano

I used to wonder how i really wanted to take y'all by storm like I'm Carolina

Now I'm just overachieving you underperforming ain't mean to embarrass y'all tho

I still remember the stares I know y'all thought I'd never get here but that's none of my

Ok the grass can't grow if you cease rain

How they blocking our votes at the precinct

From the concrete rose my ambition

In a mosh pit feeling like rocky balboa

In the box ring showing no weakness

Ecclesiastes sowing then I'm reaping

If you ask me I'm going for the kingdom

Why he brought me only God know the reason it's

That's none of my business all in my bag shawty

She got all my interest dynamite damn shorty

And pardon my language down to my last bottle

That's not in my physics feeling like Aristotle

Okay I'm feeling like Aristotle

Keep it 38 put in Fahrenheit

And niggas don't care til you dead or pop off

I know it ain't fair but what's fair in life

And shawty I ain't cheating I'm just filling my roster

Okay a nigga kidding I'll just you give my passcode

Whatever doesn't kill me meant me for me to just prosper

My daddy a pastor my brother a Rasta

I'm just a rockstar modern Picasso

I bet your bottom dollar I'll do more than surpass you

Won't fold or won't bend Mordecai stands

But according to them it depends what are the chances look

You niggas my sons I guess it make you some bastards

I big up my funds I'm waiting on the advances

They running they mouth like Forrest Gump at his fastest

Thought a nigga said sum but my attention expensive cause it's

That's none of my business, all in my bag shawty

She got all my interest, dynamite damn shorty

And pardon my language, down to my last bottle

That's not in my physics, feeling like Aristotle

That's none of my business, all in my bag shawty

She got all my interest, dynamite damn shorty

And pardon my language, down to my last bottle

That's not in my physics, feeling like Aristotle