[Intro]
I'm a rich scholar, rich scholar
Top Shotta, Don Dada

[Chorus]
I'm a rich scholar, got the city shook (Got the city shook)
I make top dollar like a white-collar crook (Like a white-collar—, huh)
Keep a white collar, black forces on my foot
And I stick with my brothers like the pages of uh-huh, book

[Verse 1]
Gor-Gordon Ramsay, let me cook (Just let me cook)
On the east side, big E, I'm not a rook though (Big E)
Rookie, rookie (Rookie), young boy, but not a rookie
Leave out the back of my school, the press out to get me
Envy, people who envy, you can't keep 'em close
They might give a quote to The Post, you know how that shit go (Grrah)
The Post cappin', we still doin' Greek and Latin (Bitch)
Sеveral mothers at my school hate mе with a passion (Grrah, grrah)
They ain't want they son in school with a kid rappin'
They ain't want me to graduate, but I made it happen
Rich scholar (Scholar), Top Shotta (Top Shotta), Don Dada (Hah)
The opps knew my school address and they did nada (Nada)
Take your shiesty off if you don't got opps (Zero opps)
Periodic shawty, hot tamale, give me wocky top
Hah, like, she gave me wocky top
Periodic shawty, hot tamale, give me wocky top
Hold on, periodic mean she curvy though (That's a fact)
I could be tangent to your curve, but you ain't worthy, ho
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a rich scholar, got the city shook (And I got the city shook)
I make top dollar like a white-collar crook (Like a white-collar crook)
Keep a white collar, black forces on my foot (Forces on my feet, bitch)
And I stick with my brothers like the pages of a uh (Pages of a—)

[Verse 2]
Don't judge a book by its cover like these mothers do (All these mothers do)
Ca—, Can't say their names 'cause I'd get fuckin' sued (Shh)
What did I do?
Tell me, I don't got a clue (Huh?)
Mabu, bet your kids love me more than you, bitch

[Chorus]
I'm a rich, rich scholar (Scholar), got the city shook (And I got the city shook)
I make top dollar like a white-collar crook (Like a white-collar—, huh)
Keep a white collar, black forces on my foot
And I stick with my brothers like the pages of uh-huh, book

[Outro]
Huh, yo, let me cook
(Lil' Wavy Boy)