Sometimes you just gotta learn by experience
Sometimes experience is the teacher
So I don't wanna hear your ps n qs
Bc all that outside talk sound like
What he doing
Who you tryna be
Oh you think you grown now
We about to see
Aye
Bitches talking they want savers
Rack residuals up I got plenty
Aye
If I don't hold it down word to htown
Then she gone trade my ass like im cp3
I peep
All the flows
Your peak is weak
An ending roach
Eyes on the prize
But I got too many different goals
Different girls
They be trynna sex on me (Sesame)
With sissa rope
Since I wrote
Lyrics Ive been magical
Like Gryfindor
Back it
Up
Tuning my beats they bump
Two of my best and they bridge bdriege
They two of a kind no twins twins
I do what I does to get the win
Just follow the king I'll let you in
I never promise that shit ain't for men
I never let em cross me again
Watch yo steps when I leave a trail
Wash your mouth talk cuz them stories tales
Grew up in the hood somehow he prevailed
And niggas hate the kid love to see em fail
Commudus was a trader in the family
I guess blood gets even in a stampede
Like the Lion king
Theres gone be a lying king
Better keep eyes in the pack
Don't wanna get stinged