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Lil Keke - Scholarships 2 The Pen Lyrics

Bury me a G I took the code at early age,

Life as a cook open the book and turn another page

I remember tryna make it selling cheap drugs

Didn’t have a father so I idolized street thugs

Jumping gates and ducking laws on a daily basis

At 17 im catching cases now im trading places

Im dranking syrup, smoking weed nigg I aint lying

But dirty piss will get you 6 months of da county time

Im in a grown game pocket full of stones man

Just want some street fame so I can have my own name

Here come dat cory blunt he actin bad and comin down

Dats when I realized da real money out of town

Its seems like it took foreva just to get a brick

But crack cases and murder charges left the hood sick

I met my my nigga Steve showed me a different grind

soon as I caught on they gave my dawg fed time

I got some guns but my mind is a betta weapon

I love da slap but on da cool it’s a bad investment

This hood game is pain and it’s a damn shame

This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang



Im from the streets that change boys to men

And when you graduate they give you scholarships to da pen

So please don’t spend yo whole life struggling doing wrong

Cuz one day you here and the next day you gone ( Repeat 1x)



I pray to God and go to church but I still sin

These 84’s and dirty hoes got me all in

I know a click of niggas really im just sick of niggas

Cuz it gets worse when you get on and u get bigga figgas

When I was broke and lonely I could hear them all bumping

But thangs done changed and all these fools think I owe ‘em sumn.

I got bout 10 homies doing double digit bids

For tryna take care of their families and feed kids

If you can look and listen you can learn a whole lot

Im tryna stay free and miss out on getting shot

Get ya money man they gone judge you anyway

These niggas rite around you gone have some shit to say

But this America nigga best believe we all equal

The ghetto a lovely place for low self esteem people

Im born and raised but I aint tryna die up in da hood

I want my sons to know that daddy doing sumn good

Uncle reggie was a fool and he was slick as grease

But On his third time they hit with a twenty piece

This hood game is pain and it’s a damn shame

This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang


Chorus (Repeat 2x)