Lessons Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

All that bullshit start to show when I get up in album mode

She say she like my swag or maybe even its the hair

Peep the fake love, hate and envy, pretend it ain't even there

The opps ain't doin' nothing, all them niggas do is stare

Bitch I feel like Beanie Sigel I can feel it in the air

Gotchuu a pocket rocket huh

Go put in some work, and get on feet and park the car lil bruh

Just make sure it's one up top, and cock it back, and start to pop lil bruh (Frrraaahhhhh)

This shit right here is 4L and it's called get back aint no stopping nun

Then go wash off in bleach and get back to it, it aint no stopping Kuhh

And when them shots start ringing make them niggas drop that Thun Thun Thun

She be rubbing on my belly, and she like the way I flow

All that bullshit start to show when I get up I'm album mode

20 Racks in all cash I had them crackers on my ass

But that shit was the past, nobody care if it ain't last

I'm more locked in, and more certified and I ain't try to be

This here life I chose to live, it honestly had chose me

Nigga you could never slime me, if it's that then let me know

Keep that lil bitch tucked right on me, and you know she gone blow

Nigga if you want some problems bring your dumbass then

And make me get that fuckin' feeling' back from summer '10