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Cant Tell Us Nothing by Young Scholars Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2014

[Verse 1] [Handsome Fabio]
This rap scheme is so tight
I gave this beat a new hymen
Your raps just don't ignite
I see no sparks or firemen
At the end of the night
She'll do what I say like Simon
Nobody wants to fight
Cause they get taken out like Bison
Okay, it’s time to stop playing round now
You know that I’m the greatest don’t disavow thou
Self
Just admit that you’re average
I’m Tony tiger raw, you’re just a savage
Couldn’t handle me with 3 guys in a carriage
All with loaded guns and 6 gats to manage
You’re nothing but average your team is garbage

[HOOK]
Young Scholars are
Just tryna get our money right
Young Scholars are
Just tryna do this rap shit right
Excuse me, was you saying something?
Nah ah, you can't tell us nothing
Uh uh, you can't tell us nothing
Nah, you can't tell us nothing
[Verse 2] [Rakey]
The shit I been through you can't tell me nothing
I buy my own stuff you can't sell me nothing
I had a date with destiny but then it turned to fucking
You should of seen her though, my destiny was stunning
One day I'll make a killing just speaking my opinion
Make a million, plus inflation, a trillion
I've evolved, charmeleon to charizard
Can you name a rapper that you know, with bars this hard
See me and Fabio, we're just teens with a dream
We agree the scheme is to make you beleive
I'm one of the best and I'm still eighteen
Do you know another my age, who got skill this mean
What does this mean, look it up on rap genius
I collect the pens of my kills, like grievous
I've learned that spitting with sweetness is needless
And the end of the day i'm tryna leave rappers sleepless

[HOOK]

[Verse 3] [Handsome Fabio] (Rakey)
Leave 'em sleep deprived like imsonia
Taking all rappers air, hypoxia
Slept on me so much, thought I was a bed bug
Then I sent 'em lead hugs, left 'em dead thugs
I gotta shed full of dead beats
Timeline full of dead tweets from deadbeats
Deadbeats tryna hit me up for a dead feat
But they know I always cost an arm and a leg fee
(Arm and a leg fee? Rakey cost a arm and a head fee)
(You drown in my flows, i'm floating, dead sea)
(I'm rhyming intelligent because I write this densely)
(You can't fathom this anthem less you listen intensely)
(Me and fabio, handsome, holding beats for ransom)
(Always spitting with passion, 'til this track goes platinum)
(Fuck that I won't stop 'til this the national anthem)
(So you should give up rapping that's the rational plan son)
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