Lessons Learned Lyrics

I done came a long way

I went down the wrong way

I done had a long day

I wish it was handed

I saw all the damage

I saw niggas famished

He got skinny off the Xanax

And we ain't have no plan next

I don't know cause I ain't plan it

But my cut yeah I demand it

Shit that's why I turned to bandit

All the drugs I underhanded

Out in DC like Mendeecees

I pray momma understand it

I was high before the flight

And ain't come down until I landed

All the critics be on Reddit

I don't listen to them dead it

I don't miscommunicate I meant it if I said it

Now sometimes I just be tripping though

I know I shouldn't have said it

I think I misread it

I think I misread it

Hungry nigga he ain't got no calling

He just want some money

Hopped right off the porch

But off the rip he knew some shit was funny

Niggas be finessing but his uncle said

Don't go like that

Never be no hoe like that

And if they try you blow like that

My flow like that

My brother get out and then he go right back

He was trying to find his way

But ain't nobody notice that

Turned up ain't no holding back

I get high I'm rolling thrax

I done came a long way

And ain't no way I'm going back

Grind time shorty

I get highs and lows and mix them up

Pack got intercepted

Had to find a way to switch it up

He fumbled the work and now he back at work

He giving up

Stay down till you come up

And next thing you know you lit as fuck

Pack be gone quick as fuck

Bitch I'm ill sick as fuck

My bitch love to fuck

But if you fuck with me she quick to buck

He got him a buck

And turned that buck into a buck fifty

Never leave my brothers

And I learned that shit from 150

I was getting to it

I was getting O's 150

I was lil dawg

But the big ones couldn't run with me

Jugging and finessing

They ain't like it told them come get me

When I copped the Audi

Everybody wanna stunt with me

Then I decked the whip

Seem like my luck was trying to run from me

Eating off my plate

I feel like niggas moving dumb funny

They think I'm a dumb dummy

Yeah aight

Have my shorty come and take you off

And he don't want a stripe

Taking L after L I start looking for a pipe

I was ready to go blow that bitch

And end up getting life

All the sit downs with Miss

I was trying to get it right

Like saran was wrapped around a chair

You got to sit it tight and wait your turn

If you play with fire you just might get burned

I dumb ashes everywhere

I treat the floor just like a urn

When I told y'all I was taking Ls

Call them lessons learned

Call them lessons learned

Yeah I call them lessons learned