Eric Eugene Bush - Lessons (Acapella)

Walk in the spot off top and you already know that I'm throwing my fours up.
Little kids think I'm out of Disney seeing all my ice say I'm frozen.
Mister Good Dad, metamorphosis Ericdprince bitch I rose up.
cnd I like getting head in the back of lac with a snack my toes up.
Made moves nigga saying they don't know cant say they dont know us.
They look at my face and they make a mistake thinking that I wont but I will though.
Know a couple real niggas real killers and niggas stretching real dope.
I tell them it aint worth it.
They look at me say its all I got for real folk.
Good dad over everything for my little seeds I'll kill bro.
Kick a nigga in the face and compare it to when I kick it with a steel toe.
Karma the cousin of death, you cant beat it even if you conceal hoe.
Plenty niggas try it and they end up dying getting fucked like dildo.
What you mean bruh life is a bitch so you cant be green dog.
Your bitch turn on you soon as you was thinking she the one that you can lean on.
Bruh, got me over here like what?
Said that you was off the porch, you supposed to know this stuff.
I dont need the money fast, I learned the value of a slow buck.
I did dirt to go get a bag, they dont tell you what the price was.
E money OG the old name, I want my old thang back.
Wen to war with the IRS, divorce court, won, came back.
Suicide call a hotline, they kill themselves if I got mine.
Full of dark so they stop shine.
My shine bubble cant pop mine.
Whats understood aint need to be said so I aint gone talk about guns.
Still blamming when the beat gone, but I aint gone mention our drums.
Good Dad.

Written by:
Eric Bush

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