Baby Kia - LIFE LESSON Lyrics

One more time, I know they mad
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
These niggas see nothin' but envy and jealousy
Nah, I can't make it
Shit really a trap
Ti, fool, this shit a trap, I ain't even think 'bout that shit

Huh, I know he mad, look in his face
Slimin' niggas in this world, bro trip across for pape'
Soon as I got out, caught a new charge, can't catch a break
Seventeen grams in my Backwood, I don't feel nothin', I'm okay
Haha, ma dukes say, "Son done went retarded"
Same day of your funeral, got locked up with a .40
Grandma sheddin' tears watchin' 12 putting on my handcuffs
She just lost her daughter, now her grandson, shit don't add up
Haha, rock in a hard place, bitch, I'm stuck
Feelin' like I'm X, throw me a Perc', finna give up
Thirteen years old, jumped inside the streets without no guidance
Seventeen years old, know how to drive, still ain't got license
Kia Boy, they done let the wrong young nigga in the door, it's over for 'em
Tough 'cause I got shot, switch up my hand, shoot with the other arm
Haha, yeah, I pray I make it
God threw me a blessin', got niggas mad I'm tryna take it
Day1 say, "Just rap, no need to spin, we got Jamaicans"
Killers camouflaged in green, try to break in, they jump out quakin'
Head hurt, feet weak, lungs broke, can't breathe
Plus I miss ma dukes, all by myself, and, no, I can't sleep
Yeah, everybody start off with you, by yourself, how you gon' end?
Never get too comfortable, everybody not your friend

Enough with you, lil' twin, send a nigga, man
Got that Pi' right, nigga
Your daddy put that Drac' on you, nigga
Huh, cross your T's and dot your I's
'Cause best believe, just 'cause your curtains closed
Don't mean no nigga ain't lookin' through the blinds

Real colors, niggas turn to fake that pape' come 'round, that's not your real brother
Throw 'em in that lake, cut up his dad, chop up with bolt cutters
Haha, too many envious
You halfway make it out the hood, niggas get devious
You give 'em somethin', he come right back, he on some greedy shit
I swear this shit up trust the trap, streets what misleadin' kids
They scared to talk about the real
One hell of a game, we out here dyin' in this field
Referee don't do shit, get three strikes and then you out
Face to face, judge in the courtroom readin' charges by her mouth
What you do you hear them numbers?
Forty-eight years to the door, you done threw your life away
All to look cool for a lil' ho
Now he smoked out on the strips, he got no phone number to call
Plus he cannot make the store, no way for him to eat at all

(Wake up, F1LTHY)