Life Lesson Lyrics

You wake up every day, what is you mad about

I wake up every day, mall mall and I be cashin' out

(Quan on da track)

You wake up every day, what is you mad about?

I wake up every day, go to the mall and I'll be cashin' out

Can't take my drac' nowhere is it be actin' out

Smokin' all this wood by myself, ain't no passin' out

I'm in the booth, and I'm always speakin' facts now

You dissin' on the songs you tryna copy, you's a crash out

Speakin' on my game, the reason why we got the MAC's out

We livin' in poverty, the reason why we got the stacks out

Tryna lecture to your niggas, I ain't gotta rap now

You went up to that court and took a stand, you's a rat now

I'm only 22, but the monkey on my back, ow

The choppers in the room, I ain't talk about no stash house

But I'm back now, rappin' on my own beats

You know how I'm finna spazz out

If it's your time, you know you gotta get that rack out

I don't even trust my own city, man, they heavy now

Middle fingers to the law, man, they better get me now

You can hate me, you can talk behind my back

I swear it won't break me

Nah, I got my glock and it's off safety

Say goodnight to the bad boy, don't try to Ma$e me

It's the school of hard knocks, but I ain't Jay-Z

We can put the star to your head like it's Macy's

I done drop too many albums shit, I was 18

The reason why I got this name, shout out to my auntie

You gon' get killed if you tryna play with me

I be hungry for the cash like I ain't ate in weeks

Too many haters in the city, man, I hate to see it

Too many snakes up in the world, man, I hate to be it

Let me calm down, man

They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me fall

It's cold up in this rap game, I had to heat it off

You done made a block hot, turn that heater off

You miss a whole hundred shots with that meter off

I can make a meal by myself, please leave me alone

Man, my Glock too attractive like it's Nia Long

If you come up in this game, though, you can't escape it

I'm on that money routine, daily basis

If you can see the picture, I can paint it

Yeah, I got the imagery

If you wanna beef with me, you ain't gon' make it

That's why I gotta keep the cadence

And yeah, I'm tryna make it out

And it's middle fingers up to the haters

And boy, you owe me with my paper

Don't make me shoot you down with that chop

Fah, Fah, Yeah, see you later

I'm back now

Everywhere I go, you know I gotta keep that Mac now

How you wanna make a song and diss me, you so capped out

Action take over your words, and that's a fact now

And I pray to God that my life, that I won't crash out

Yeah, they still hate me

You can talk behind my back, I swear it won't break me, no

I got the drackie, we can walk him down

Now he sleeping like a baby

Yeah, they still hate me, cause I be getting money lately

Got a Glock with a drift stick, still this ain't no racing

Y'all don't want the other side of me, cause I am brazy

Smoking all this motherfucking wood, but I ain't lazy

But I can't pass that

Everything think cause I'm a rapper until y'all see the real me

But I can't let no bitch nigga kill me

You wake up every day, what is you mad about?

I was a bad boy on my own, but I'm a savage now

Big bands entertainment, that's the label we ain't switching out

Keep on dissing all my songs until we put them switches out

They wanna hate me, I swear it won't break me

Little fingers to the cops, they tryna catch me

I miss my nigga Will, yeah, they gotta free my baby

They gotta free my baby

Keep the rest

Quan on the track