Learned From Every Loss ft. AB Cashinn Lyrics

Yes, God, naw forreal, uh, ayy, yeah

En route to the money, I don't need no map

Point out the big homie, I'ma shit on him

Had to tell the lil' homie, don't get on him

Know we been had to drop, gon' sit on it

Wake up in the morning, know I gotta thank God

Thank God that I'm alive, thank God that I'm a boss

Grateful for my life, learned from every loss

Young rich niggas still cop up from that ross

Never been too good 40 on me, wish you would

To a mansion from the hood, still got Draco's with the wood

Ride chrome two-tone, 1911 with the gold axe

20 bands in the trunk, we gon' need the whole pack

Think shit sweet, fuck, nigga, you can get rolled

Like the za-za in my blunt, you can't get smoked

Bitch, told me why you got so many pistols

Need one for every fit, my gun match my kicks, hoe

Know we fell off, nigga, posting throwbacks

Nigga bitch, for the streets, she a bird, but he know to never get caught

Lacking mop, stick like Kodak, gotta do your research

Nigga, better check the hoe fax

Married, to this money, I can't break a happy home

Got his bitch ride shotgun, and she rollin' marijuana

How you bout business? Don't be mindin' your own

Can't think for they self, most these niggas be clones

Yes, God, naw forreal, uh, ayy, yeah

En route to the money, I don't need no map

Point out the big homie, I'ma shit on him

Had to tell the lil' homie, don't get on him

Know we been had to drop, gon' sit on it

Wake up in the morning, know I gotta thank God

Thank God that I'm alive, thank God that I'm a boss

Grateful for my life, learned from every loss

Young rich niggas still cop up from that ross