Wyld - Lesson

I never wanted the fame
Just stack up my dollars
Take care of my momma
Every now and then blow a few commas
But I much rather thumb thru these hundreds
Shout out all my real niggas
Stayed down with me
Salute
You kept it a hundred
Never switched up and
Never bitched up
When the trouble came
They ain't run from it
Set examples for niggas
To stack up the scrilla
From breaking down birds
To bows of that killa
Interstate trips on the road in a rental
We went got them packs
Brought it back then we split it
We get them all gone double up
Sometimes triple
Stack up the loot then invest in a business
Haters no problem
Snitches we solve them
Bust his blackhead like a motherfucking pimple

They hate what they ain't
And they can't be
They flaw and they forever flexing
Best watch what you say
Cause choppas will hit you from every direction
I came in it raw
No cut
They say I turned up the pressure
I'm sonning these niggas
It's time to teach them a lesson

If you with me I love you
You ain't then it's fuck you
That goes for family and all
Can't let a bad apple spoil the whole barrel
Should call me katana
How I cut them off
Talking all crazy and shit
How you bite the hand
That fed you nigga
Must be on that shit again
Know you remember when
Them same hands
Could have dead you nigga
My patience been gone
And my tolerance for the fuck shit
It just doesn't exist
If anybody can get it
I can guarantee
You're number one on the list
You known for the talking
I'm known for the action
You pop off again
Then on God we crashing
You pop off again
Then on God we crashing

Written by:
JONATHAN JENKINS, SAMUEL KERN III

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