Life Lesson

You wake up every day, what is you mad about I wake up every day, mall mall and I be cashin' out (Quan on da track) You wake up every day, what is you mad about? I wake up every day, go to the mall and I'll be cashin' out Can't take my drac' nowhere is it be actin' out Smokin' all this wood by myself, ain't no passin' out I'm in the booth, and I'm always speakin' facts now You dissin' on the songs you tryna copy, you's a crash out Speakin' on my game, the reason why we got the MAC's out We livin' in poverty, the reason why we got the stacks out Tryna lecture to your niggas, I ain't gotta rap now You went up to that court and took a stand, you's a rat now I'm only 22, but the monkey on my back, ow The choppers in the room, I ain't talk about no stash house But I'm back now, rappin' on my own beats You know how I'm finna spazz out If it's your time, you know you gotta get that rack out I don't even trust my own city, man, they heavy now Middle fingers to the law, man, they better get me now You can hate me, you can talk behind my back I swear it won't break me Nah, I got my glock and it's off safety Say goodnight to the bad boy, don't try to Ma$e me It's the school of hard knocks, but I ain't Jay-Z We can put the star to your head like it's Macy's I done drop too many albums shit, I was 18 The reason why I got this name, shout out to my auntie You gon' get killed if you tryna play with me I be hungry for the cash like I ain't ate in weeks Too many haters in the city, man, I hate to see it Too many snakes up in the world, man, I hate to be it Let me calm down, man They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me fall It's cold up in this rap game, I had to heat it off You done made a block hot, turn that heater off You miss a whole hundred shots with that meter off I can make a meal by myself, please leave me alone Man, my Glock too attractive like it's Nia Long If you come up in this game, though, you can't escape it I'm on that money routine, daily basis If you can see the picture, I can paint it Yeah, I got the imagery If you wanna beef with me, you ain't gon' make it That's why I gotta keep the cadence And yeah, I'm tryna make it out And it's middle fingers up to the haters And boy, you owe me with my paper Don't make me shoot you down with that chop Fah, Fah, Yeah, see you later I'm back now Everywhere I go, you know I gotta keep that Mac now How you wanna make a song and diss me, you so capped out Action take over your words, and that's a fact now And I pray to God that my life, that I won't crash out Yeah, they still hate me You can talk behind my back, I swear it won't break me, no I got the drackie, we can walk him down Now he sleeping like a baby Yeah, they still hate me, cause I be getting money lately Got a Glock with a drift stick, still this ain't no racing Y'all don't want the other side of me, cause I am brazy Smoking all this motherfucking wood, but I ain't lazy But I can't pass that Everything think cause I'm a rapper until y'all see the real me But I can't let no bitch nigga kill me You wake up every day, what is you mad about? I was a bad boy on my own, but I'm a savage now Big bands entertainment, that's the label we ain't switching out Keep on dissing all my songs until we put them switches out They wanna hate me, I swear it won't break me Little fingers to the cops, they tryna catch me I miss my nigga Will, yeah, they gotta free my baby They gotta free my baby Keep the rest Quan on the track