Losses To Lessons

Lyrics

[Intro] Turn me up in the headphones gang Yeah (Trill got that juice, nigga) [Verse 1] All this ice I dropped my heart in a styrofoam cup I felt like there wasn't got no love I don't need no mic, still send a message, send a text Yeah we get em gone, bet they gon' regret it [Chorus] I ran up my racks, and I just sit on it (Yuh digg) He was my dawg so I step for him (Step for him) Losses turn to lessons, and I won from it Out of town he caught a case, bro get- And he turned around and crossed gang How the fuck you do that? Niggas say they'll slide for gang I know they'll never do that I was hurt, they ain't never noticed So I had to fall back You think I'ma follow the law? Look where the fuck my dawg at [Verse 2] All this hate I seen so many times All this fake I seen so many times Trapping, keep Glock under the roof, we lit They think I'm fighting, nah oh nah I don't play that Niggas they tweak, we tweak with choppa and they dyin' there Lil' blooda won't keep his cool Look what happened to his partner, you think we gon follow rules? We off jigga in the club, and got switches on us too I get in my feelings, talk to pistol, that's my dude Fill him with some red tips, he was swimming with the bloods My heart in styrofoam cup, felt like there was no love Thinking about my partner I can't calm down So high I can't even calm down [Chorus] I ran up my racks, and I just sit on it He was my dawg so I step for him Losses turn to lessons, and I won from it Out of town he caught a case, bro get- And he turned around and crossed gang How the fuck you do that? Niggas say they'll slide for gang I know they'll never do that I was hurt, they ain't never noticed So I had to fall back You think I'ma follow the law? Look where the fuck my dawg at [Verse 3] Out of town, got every Glock I need We still a' pop your partner before this roxi Pull off in the fastest car, no stopping Hunnids on hunnids I just be havin' 'em He was my partner but not no more I can't even laugh with him Oh ahh, ride They was nodding on the corner, ooh They ain't wanna get no bag We was sleeping in them buildings You 'member my past All my life, it was hard Feds be watching, move smart Put my trust in my dawg, the way he crossed me Slime, that's what I'm taught Still a play the cross Man that nigga ain't your dawg I can't just be rapping about all this jewelry 'Member my partner wanted all this shit and he can't be with me I don't even care about this shit like it ain't new to me If I stop giving what they need they probably envy me Fuck 'em, I don't even need that energy Niggas know it's life or death, put them in a pack I done seen some close ones act, no bap Shit don't even feel the same, lonely with my bag [Outro] Long live all my bloodies, free the ones who matter Yeah, 17, Southside shit