Life Lessons

We go one for the hoes
Two for the bro's
Three for the people having drug overdose
And four for the people in the back
Who struggle five days a week on their shitty job trying to get stacks
Popped a perc
We're not addicted but it works
All these years in the game cops getting on my nerves
Stopped dealing when I was 18 got to college now I got work
Paying bills like a clerck watch me drive by Skuuuuurrrttt
He told you 50 a gram fucked up prize what a scam
Them parents can't know them dealing then post it on the gram
I ain't no fighter but don't come in my lane when I'm with the gang
Got this shit on lock mandem only trust the fam
Got that purple drank red cup it's the weekend
My eyes blacked out my liver going nuts I'm geeking
These girls wanna dance but me and the boys we are just fucking creeping
Roddy's lifelstyle pull up the whole damn ceiling
Flexing on those hoes like it's fucking wednesday
Shoutout my bro's and my man Yung Shway
We even drink that Henny on a bloody sunday
Took a big hit from that blunt eyes rolled away
Flying trough the stars like I'm in a movie
Got that stars wars shit Yoda powers on me
Shooting my shot at your bitch Mando this is the way
Doesn't matter it's your property I just wanna get layed
Y'all fake gansters trying to sell less then a kilo
Thinking Pablo but the blue shows up you're fucked so please lay real low
What the fuck your mother thinks when she sees you in that Clio
Selling drugs for a friend momma it was not my idea no
We go one for the hoes
Two for the bro's
Three for the people having drug overdose
And four for the people in the back
Who struggle five days a week on their shitty job trying to get stacks
We go one for the hoes
Two for the bro's
Three for the people having drug overdose
And four for the people in the back
Who struggle five days a week on their shitty job trying to get stacks
Got a banana fresh tattood on my sleeve
But I should've put it on my chest cause this is what I breathe
My brother died of cancer in O 12 rest in peace
Y'all worried about them little things that's just called creed
This lockdown got me hella bored I don't know what I need
No man it's not my wifey not alcohol or weed
It's the homies and the parties that I miss on my feed
I wanna go to 2Fish and trap on these beats
The clubs the parties the women and the booze
Midweek I'm a nurse in the weekend drinking goose
In the weekend going to sleep at five not knowing what to choose
Midweek I wake up at the same hour pushing snooze
Working all day thinking I need my sigarets
Partying all weekend thinking I will have no regrets
My wifey got me stressed but the way she breaks her neck
She's the devil straight from hell when she rides that dick in bed
You're cuffed but still fucking bitches
I need people I can trust in my gang no snitches
I'm hyped how high I'll get on these hitlists
And what I can say is how you need to rap these lyrics
We've reached the end of my first and only masterpiece
Play this everyday once and I'll will be pleased
Just remember drugs are bad don't get into trouble
Remember there are people who are on the same struggle
We go one for the hoes
Two for the bro's
Three for the people having drug overdose
And four for the people in the back
Who struggle five days a week on their shitty job trying to get stacks
We go one for the hoes
Two for the bro's
Three for the people having drug overdose
And four for the people in the back
Who struggle five days a week on their shitty job trying to get stacks