Kevin Scott - Books to the Hooks lyrics

[Intro: Millz] I wake up at 6 am Academics ‘till 3:30 And then it's Nick's house, studio, time to run my mouth And spit what my peers be loving Because they can relate, you might catch them riding, bumping [Hook: Millz] I'm on the grind from the books to the hooks I'm on the climb, hit the books, write the hooks My cla**mates filling out school applications I'm in the studio and nobody else adjacent I'm on the grind from the books to the hooks I'm on the climb, hit the books, write the hooks Don't know if I'mma make it so it kinda got me shook But I'mma still [?] [Verse 1: Millz] I'm from a city from where you [?] Unless your last name Clowney you ain't searching for success, get the hell from ‘round me I seen it all, from gunshots to brawls I'm dope, so they searched the car with probable cause I'm a misfit, not concerned ‘bout the law Feeling like I'm way above when I'm nothing close to tall ‘Cause see, I'm trying to ball, petty rules never mattered Put me behind the gla**, you can watch it all shatter ‘Cause I'm a big shot, boy you not, kickbox Never had to tote a Glock, sicker than the chicken pox Going in nonstop, watch the clock tick tock Got grown folks bars but I'm from the Kids Bop era Momma's mascara running down She's super proud ‘cause she know her son's the nicest around These n***as is some clowns, why you playing? k** the doubt, uzi got you oozing, got me spraying Winning, f**ing women wearing linen, in the p**y I be k**ing Then the p**y you be swimming, 'bout to drown You be floating ‘round yet I really put it down If my n***as doubt, then go get the p**y pound And then I'm on the grind once again, priority is paper If you ain't talking money I'mma holler at you later If you ain't trying to make it out then you trying to stay the same Trying to live super, but you're comfortable with living plain Ay what you know about progression? Got mad sk**s, what you know about aggression? Phonies in decline, fake sh** in recession So it's my time to shine, thank God for the blessing I'mma do them justice, k** it like some muskets Never gave a f**, busting out a lot of "f** it”s Always on my job, but these n***as getting sluggish Rhymes for your a**, bout to [?] [Hook: Millz] [Verse 2: Millz] I'm headed to the place where the red carpet laid out Bright lights in my eyes, wide open mouth I'll be amazed when it finally pays off But never be surprised ‘cause I know I payed the cost Brothers said I'm the best, I believe, I confess And I'm down with my n***as, so motherf** the rest I'm on my P's and Q's, never ever want to rest Haters hate, throwing shots at my bulletproof chest I progress nonetheless, you can never hold me back Come and mess I'm trying to be great and you lames can't relate I'm just headed to the top at my own given pace Blind date with my future, I'm hoping that she Halle Berry fine And the older sister of a nine, she a ten Please God, help me win I've been losing too much, [?] I've been doing good in school, and it's cool, I admit But I want the recognition for the sh** that I spit Because I work hard, harder than my opponent The books and the hooks, that's my sh**, I be on it Everything I write from the heart has the drive, never park Everything gucci, mane, but I never wear a [?] sh** on these n***as like a shart With intelligence; a lot of y'all ain't smart You a mark a** n***a, a n***a how you figure That we gon' trust a rat? You raised up with Master Splinter n***as amateurs, do I look like a beginner? You copy and paste and the beat is your printer Homie keep your essay, ‘cause you don't want no conflict When you getting beat down, who is gonna stop it? Stick to what you do, got the plan in my pocket Graduate school, then I'll blow like a socket [Hook: Millz]