You

Lessons
All of those L's
Were just some investments
Where's the encouragement
We live in a world where
Evil is worshipped
I might just perish
And go to a land
Where love is cherished
Peace and prosperity
Lovin' and cuffin' these
Hoes is a charity
I want my money back
The law keep on touchin' that
Pay and forget the past
Feel like a running back, the
Way that I'm moving fast,
My team they could watch
My back, I must move forward
My money go higher
My stress it go lower
The ball I can't fumble that
Lotta pressure I'm under that
Most of them will not understand

My dad said work harder
My ma said be smarter
I'm fully aware of this wave
That I'm part of
I feel like a martyr
The devil is farther
I'm learning a lot from
The heavenly father
I'm tempted by darkness
It's all around me,
I'm hoping these kids
Stop abusing narcotics
Cop the exotic
I'm feeling robotic
One deja vu had me
Feeling nostalgic
What would you do
If you
Could rid of the doom
Inside of your mind
Highly doubt it
Imma just use the stu
Get lost in the fumes
And I'm only
Smoking the loudest
Females play games
They think that
They're brilliant
They should all know
That us men are resilient
I beat a case, God
Knows I was innocent
Money and power to
Me, those are synonyms
I'm a go-getter
I'm a well-known flex-er
I was born with good looks
But the style sold separate
Smooth operator
Like I'm Big Daddy Kane
Got a side and a main
I'm a bit too obsessive
Last night I was so drunk
I can't remember it
All I remember is I probably
Lost my temperament
I don't have the time to look
Back, or to reminisce
All I got to do is
Learn from my

Lessons
All of those L's
Were just some investments
Where's the encouragement
We live in a world where
Evil is worshiped
I might just perish
And go to a land
Where love is cherished
Peace and prosperity
Lovin' and cuffin' these
Hoes is a charity
I want my money back
The law keep on touchin' that
Pay and forget the past
Feel like a running back, the
Way that I'm moving fast,
My team they could watch
My back, I must move forward
My money go higher
My stress it go lower
The ball I can't fumble that
Lotta pressure I'm under that
Most of them will not understand



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Mato
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