[Intro]
Young Professor... Bernie G. what up
Just here to tell yall a little story, of a young'n up and coming
Just trying to make it out the hood, but the only thing, he was a...
[Hook] x2
Ex D-boy with a b-boy flow, glow
Ex D-boy with a b-boy flow, glow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go, go
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go, go
[Verse 1]
Growing up never had much just had heart
Never caught up in the streets ya boy was mad smart
But was never cool, parents divorced, getting bullied in school
And that wasn't even the sad part
Things was real growing up where he'd be
Type of stuff you wouldn't believe even on TV
But you couldn't tell if you was next to him
And couldn't relate, even if you were next of kin
Wasn't a baller so he got up and left the gym
Became a scholar, so books he checked them out and in
Now he bout to win
And he flowing writing poems and he's going to the top there's no doubt in him
But the hood had him distracted
Wear the wrong colors and you just might get ya ass kicked
Or you best run and hope that you the fastest
Everything turned upside down like a back flip
Dopeboys on the corner making them bags flip
Police ain't playing they lock them down and harass them
Don't look their way whenever that you would pass them
And say "I don't know" to all the questions they asking
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Through all that yeah he tried to keep his hopes high
Tug of war now he getting pulled to both sides
Police got them ropes tied on them dope guys
Getting questions he act like got no eyes, seen nothing
Played the back cuz ya boy never be fronting
Late nights on the block bout three something
Trafficking the white, with a busted tail-light
Dipping corners quick, and avoiding jail nights
But if he didn't, boys would've that bail right
Wasn't thinking he just did whatever felt right
And that money felt nice
Now he feel like he the man with his held high
But had to stop cuz it was too much damage
Turned hustler on campus serving them answers
You need to pass a lil online class
Give him on time cash, you'll be alright fast
Played the class how he was playing the streets
In 2 weeks, charging them peeps 80 a piece
4 dubs in a hour to be saying the least
Did that like a cycle, wash, rinse and repeat
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And so...
He stayed focused and worked hard at it
With all of the knowledge he was harboring
He landed a couple grants and a scholarship
And got to see how astonishing college is
Spitting bars and hoping to be profiting
And his fam, he trying to bring all them in
His mother and father and, siblings, all of them
To where asking about money is never bothering
Anytime they see something and say "I like that"
They cop it, ain't even worried bout the price tag
Can't wait, til the day he living like that
Copping everything whats a price tag
But snap back to reality, whoa
Stop imagining those
'Give up gradually?'- 'No!'
He won't have any dough
And that salary though
Is what he's after he knows
That when he starts to flow, that them folks will show
In loads and loads when the show is open
So he rolls and rolls like a locomotive
And he's never hopeless, he'll forever know this
He'll be that man on top and be holding trophies
[Hook]
Young Professor... Bernie G. what up
Just here to tell yall a little story, of a young'n up and coming
Just trying to make it out the hood, but the only thing, he was a...
[Hook] x2
Ex D-boy with a b-boy flow, glow
Ex D-boy with a b-boy flow, glow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go, go
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go, go
[Verse 1]
Growing up never had much just had heart
Never caught up in the streets ya boy was mad smart
But was never cool, parents divorced, getting bullied in school
And that wasn't even the sad part
Things was real growing up where he'd be
Type of stuff you wouldn't believe even on TV
But you couldn't tell if you was next to him
And couldn't relate, even if you were next of kin
Wasn't a baller so he got up and left the gym
Became a scholar, so books he checked them out and in
Now he bout to win
And he flowing writing poems and he's going to the top there's no doubt in him
But the hood had him distracted
Wear the wrong colors and you just might get ya ass kicked
Or you best run and hope that you the fastest
Everything turned upside down like a back flip
Dopeboys on the corner making them bags flip
Police ain't playing they lock them down and harass them
Don't look their way whenever that you would pass them
And say "I don't know" to all the questions they asking
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Through all that yeah he tried to keep his hopes high
Tug of war now he getting pulled to both sides
Police got them ropes tied on them dope guys
Getting questions he act like got no eyes, seen nothing
Played the back cuz ya boy never be fronting
Late nights on the block bout three something
Trafficking the white, with a busted tail-light
Dipping corners quick, and avoiding jail nights
But if he didn't, boys would've that bail right
Wasn't thinking he just did whatever felt right
And that money felt nice
Now he feel like he the man with his held high
But had to stop cuz it was too much damage
Turned hustler on campus serving them answers
You need to pass a lil online class
Give him on time cash, you'll be alright fast
Played the class how he was playing the streets
In 2 weeks, charging them peeps 80 a piece
4 dubs in a hour to be saying the least
Did that like a cycle, wash, rinse and repeat
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And so...
He stayed focused and worked hard at it
With all of the knowledge he was harboring
He landed a couple grants and a scholarship
And got to see how astonishing college is
Spitting bars and hoping to be profiting
And his fam, he trying to bring all them in
His mother and father and, siblings, all of them
To where asking about money is never bothering
Anytime they see something and say "I like that"
They cop it, ain't even worried bout the price tag
Can't wait, til the day he living like that
Copping everything whats a price tag
But snap back to reality, whoa
Stop imagining those
'Give up gradually?'- 'No!'
He won't have any dough
And that salary though
Is what he's after he knows
That when he starts to flow, that them folks will show
In loads and loads when the show is open
So he rolls and rolls like a locomotive
And he's never hopeless, he'll forever know this
He'll be that man on top and be holding trophies
[Hook]
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