Lessons (feat. Pasto Flocco)

I can't lie
Just know if you roll the dice
You don't get this life twice (Oliver)
(Hey, where's Rolo?)
Some things we sacrifice
Oh, yeah

Yeah, check it, Glock gon' fire, just like Mariah
You know we gon' carry this shit (Yeah)
Caught a opp lackin' in traffic, you know what happened
I had to bury the stick (Flick)
Once I fuck her, I ducked her, you cuff her, you love her
I'd never marry the bitch (Nah)
Soon as I die I'ma leave this shit to my kids
They gon' inherit this shit (Uhh)
I know that the way that I'm livin' ain't right, but I'm thuggin', I still don't be carin' and shit (Thuggin')
Young nigga straight out the trenches, I moved to the hills, my neighbors be starin' and shit (Fuck 'em)
Told 'em I was gon' be rich all my life, but they wasn't hearin' that shit (Ohh)
'Member that day, found out my brother died, I wasn't prepared for that shit

That's when I knew shit was real, I was out in that field
Yeah, I had to get me a stick (Blick)
My brother, my brother, I love you, we steppin' on shit
For you, they resting in piss (Ohh)
'Member them days we used to broke
I swear that's only a lesson and shit (Ohh)
Now I just count up my blessings and shit
Stack up my bread, I'm investin' in shit (Ohh)
What you know about me? Don't know what you heard about me (Huh?)
Fuck what you heard about me, bitch, just know I keep my Glocky (Blick)
And it came with a stick, I be banging on shit
I ain't aiming and shit 'cause it came with a switch (Bah-bah-bah)
Told the lil' bitch, "You can hang with the gang if you want, but it can get dangerous and shit"

I can't lie
Just know if you roll the dice
You don't get this life twice
For some things we sacrifice
Oh, yeah

Yeah, check it, Glock gon' fire, just like Mariah
You know we gon' carry this shit (Yeah)
Caught a opp lackin' in traffic, you know what happened
I had to bury the stick (Bah-bah-bah)
Once I fuck her, I ducked her, you cuff her, you love her
I'd never marry the bitch (Uhh)
Soon as I die I'ma leave this shit to my kids
They gon' inherit this shit (Uhh)
I know that the way that I'm livin' ain't right, but I'm thuggin', I still don't be carin' and shit (Yeah)
Young nigga straight out the trenches, I moved to the hills, my neighbors be starin' and shit (Fuck 'em)
Told 'em I was gon' be rich all my life, but they wasn't hearin' that shit (Yeah)
'Member that day, found out my brother died, I wasn't prepared for that shit

Yeah, she wanna fuck, but I'm ready to slide
She really be set and I just see smilin'
She don't know who else who would've pulled up on timin'
I don't got ice, but a nigga still shinin'
She know I'ma blow racks on Designer
Take her to Louie V then hit up Prada
Blow a bag on some steak and some pasta
We gon' chill and get high like some rastas
Got the key your heart like a locksmith
I told my ex bitch, "I'm gone, I forgot it"
If it's up then it's stuck like a rocket
I got ninety-nine problems, but bitch, you a option
They like, "Flocco, boy, you better drop this"
I'm the president, I only make profits
Shawty give me good brain right here
Said, "Yeah, give me that, nice"
Drippin' like some red lace, don't need no styler
Niggas want some fame
They just wanna rap, better get on the college
Big check, need to wire it
You broke like that, you don't never get tired
Kill shit, Mike Myers
But you know ice out, Forgiato on my tires

Yeah, check it, Glock gon' fire, just like Mariah
You know we gon' carry this shit (Yeah)
Caught a opp lackin' in traffic, you know what happened
I had to bury the stick (Bah-bah-bah)
Once I fuck her, I ducked her, you cuff her, you love her
I'd never marry the bitch (Uhh)
Soon as I die I'ma leave this shit to my kids
They gon' inherit this shit (Uhh)
I know that the way that I'm livin' ain't right, but I'm thuggin', I still don't be carin' and shit (Yeah)
Young nigga straight out the trenches, I moved to the hills, my neighbors be starin' and shit (Fuck 'em)
Told 'em I was gon' be rich all my life, but they wasn't hearin' that shit (Yeah)
'Member that day, found out my brother died, I wasn't prepared for that shit (Yeah)

Check it, Glock gon' fire, just like Mariah
You know we gon' carry this shit
Caught a opp lackin' in traffic, you know what happened
I had to bury the stick
Once I fuck her, I ducked her, you cuff her, you love her
I'd never marry the bitch
Soon as I die I'ma leave this shit to my kids
They gon' inherit this shit
I know that the way that I'm livin' ain't right, but I'm thuggin', I still don't be carin' and shit
Young nigga straight out the trenches, I moved to the hills, my neighbors be starin' and shit
Told 'em I was gon' be rich all my life, but they wasn't hearin' that shit
'Member that day, found out my brother died, I wasn't prepared for that shit