Lessons

If we catch him lacking, we gon' blitz him told my brother, stay inside, can't convince him
He just wanna catch a body, he been itchin
I just wanna tell the truth, but they ain't listen
Now he got some money on his head, niggas end up dead

It be the loudest in the room, that's gon always tell the feds
Niggas runnin' from the Jakes, heart racing out his flesh
Gotta move with percussion every day he duck his head
He don't wanna go now, nah, nah, he don't wanna go now

You know he got bigger dreams, livin' life, livin' clean
And he gon' take his partners with him, you know he'll never forget him
Forever, they ridin' with him, niggas showin' fake love
But he know it ain't accidental, he been two steps ahead

So you better not go against him, bro got shot in his leg
He can't go to the hospital, he just wanna catch a body for the weekend
One body, two bodies, every single day, niggas dyin' like it's the Illuminati (SHHHHH)
And when they ask about it, we don't know about it, uh

Niggas run the city like they John Gotti, they took all the love out it
But I, I know there's a better place up in heaven
I'm just tryna capture all of my blessings
But the devil keep on sendin' me lessons

Gotta keep my head on, gotta keep the fam strong
What you know about steppin' over niggas when they dead wrong
I done seen a grown man cry over headstones
What you know about a homicide

I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Free my dawgs in the cell, cause they ain't do shit
Circumstance was the worst, we was livin' in the trench
They don't understand, I turned to a beast, fuck a many men

Many men, tried to knock me down, now them niggas dead
Fuck the feds, when it's time to slide, all I see is red
When we catch him lacking we gon' turn him to a runnin' man
Please don't waste my time with this shit, you better come correct

I can't tolerate no disrespect
I just gotta get my life in check
This that type of shit that you expect
When you livin' reckless

But I, I know there's a better place up in heaven
I'm just tryna capture all of my blessings
But the devil keep on sendin' me lessons
Gotta keep my head on, gotta keep the fam strong

What you know about steppin' over niggas when they dead wrong
I done seen a grown man cry over headstones
What you know about a homicide



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Writer(s): Kt Lavish
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