Lesson

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (yeah) Chrissa on the beat Got a couple things to say, man [Verse 1] Who that boy with that loud pack Having racks in that side bag You was dissing on while back Man was broke but he bounced back Estating, how 'bout that And my pops, he a proud dad I be geeking with South Man Get away with that foul cat I'm a boss you just call me that Sjava brought that award back And my bro, he deserved that ATM on the world map How the fuck could you doubt that And we started without cash Without friends, without plans Had a mic with no mic stand But I put in work, I know what it's worth I came from the dirt, y'all feelings hurt So alert, I ain't finna lurk Still sipping syrup, green from the earth I came with all of my homies Last thing I want is a strange nigga acting phony All of my day ones they know me Boss man what they call me I make plans if you know me Stack bands on my brodie But share igwinya ne paloni Manje sibulal' emashwini To the top, where we goin' Real deal and you know it No more chilling on the block Selling work, dodging cops Kick the door in at the spot They say they looking for the pot Ross told me to started I was getting hot He told me soon I'm gon pop You only get one shot I'm with the gang, never solo I love my niggas, no homo We smoke that ganja you don't know Manje ubulawa yiFOMO You wasn't showing me love Now you wanna know the plug Suddenly bigging me up Wanna know what's in my cup 21 questions, DIY 2 you gon learn a lesson