J. Finesse - Lesson learned

I been sippin so much soda
Jus praying that I pop
They saying im a promoter
But im making CEO guap
She keep asking to come over
But my main girl in her spot
She dont understand the life of a playa
These niggas not my bros they some haters
Still tryna make plays in the field like the raiders
Fake relationships aint complicated
They only ever love you when you make it
Thats why i cut em off
Yeaa
So how you say you love me then switch up right after
These niggas be bleacher report they post news right after
Still tryna get courtside cant see much from the rafters
My OG gave me three
He told me go ball jus like the raptors
Still send packs like emails
Wanna put in work imma draft him
No debit nigga, straight cashin
No mercy nigga, straight taxin
No basic nigga, straight fashion
No drama nigga, straight action
So much on my mind, I gotta concentrate
Too much work up on my table gotta delegate
Beef that came up in the past i gotta set it straight
Love i knew was gonna last, cant let it get away, ay ay
Lil baby told me i was the catch i feel like tyreek hill
She keep raising up her dress want me to cop a feel
No instagram know a young nigga gone keep it real
No im never average
Im above the median
When she hungry i invite her over to eat every evening
Love aint simple, or defined i still dont know the meaning
Still wish bro was by my side but now he next to Jesus
Ye ye
Still wish bro was by my side but now he next to Jesus

Written by:
jesse kennedy

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