MHD Yung C - Aristotle Lyrics

Ran this shit up from the bottom Hell yeah, I ran into problems
Man, I thought I knew it all Call me Yung C Aristotle
When my back had touch that wall, I flew like a pilot auto
I can't really hang around, cause you be going places I don't
They be stooping low, and I always been taught to take the high road
I know how to read, but God in me, so I don't need no Bible
Take it how you want to, it ain't personal, can't be my rival
Niggas forgot just who I am, okay, let me remind you
I done seen this shit fail a hundred times too
Corrected all my wrongs, and I made a better move
Yung C, he don't trip, cause he ain't got a thing to prove to you
Nah, he ain't got a thing to prove

Take shit for what it is, I never had to force it
Sliding in Benz, like 700 horses
Cut off the world stay to myself when I get upset
F*cking around, playing with them Cardis had me offset
F*cking on a bitch that own a business this shit boss sex
Trying to get me to open up, I like get off that
Last bitch had ran off with my heart and still ain't brought it back
Feel I need some rest, cause this shit f*cking with my cardiac
If you knew that you wasn't gonna be here then why you offer that
I'm the type to let shit be, I promise I won't alter that
I don't give a f*ck, you call me greedy, I need all of that
Don't put me with these niggas stealing flows, I ain't a part of that
Niggas stretch the truth up in they songs, so they don't call it cap
He saw the best, I wouldn't have made it, feel like Marvin Sapp
I had to break up out the system, that shit all a trap
I cannot get lost up in the sauce I'm trying to get on the map
You should've seen when I first started, not a single clap
Now I cannot get these bitches on me, they been running laps
Graduated from that bullshit, it ain't no going back
Trying to keep a level head, grinding, bitch, I

Ran this shit up from the bottom Hell yeah, I ran into problems
Man, I thought I knew it all Call me Yung C Aristotle
When my back had touch that wall, I flew like a pilot auto
I can't really hang around, cause you be going places I don't
They be stooping low, and I always been taught to take the high road
I know how to read, but God in me, so I don't need no Bible
Take it how you want to, it ain't personal, can't be my rival
Niggas forgot just who I am, okay, let me remind you
I done seen this shit fail a hundred times too
Corrected all my wrongs, and I made a better move
Yung C, he don't trip, cause he ain't got a thing to prove to you
Nah, he ain't got a thing to prove

Take shit for what it is, I never had to force it
Sliding in Benz, like 700 horses
Cut off the world stay to myself when I get upset
F*cking around, playing with them Cardis had me offset