Lessons
Lokye
GENRE
Yeah
Mama said, Son you'll find a way
Move her to a finer city, maybe finer state
Don't let your mind escape when the haters choose to let their minds debate
Raised in the Murder Mitten, hit us in the winter, hibernate
Ain't no sitting pretty in the city
Either running through a bag or get a 4.2 on the 40-yard dash
Grow up working on the line
Hoping the pension would last
No wonder we obsessed with the cash
No wonder OGs always living in the past
Don't lose your bearings, we ain't lost til we crash
But it's too apparent, yeah skipping too much class
Call his parents, memories of adolescence, suffer through the fights to find a lesson
The truth it is always, we never present
Just met this young lady, love my presence
Her aura is bright and iridescent as I watch her pop a depressant
Remind us that life is just a blessing
I'm smitten, making plenty investments
When you kill for impressions, real nigga assessment
Give a fuck if it's questioned, I'mma die with a-vengeance
I'mma die as a legend, you gonna die as a peasant
[Chorus]
How you living, how you living, how you living, huh?
How you living, how you living, yeah? I was destined
How you living, how you living, how you living? Cuz mine is destined
How you living, how you living, how you living, cuz?
The Moulin Rouge in Paris with a fresh bottle of champagne
Weirdos, that's the campaign
Structures built that's man-made
Paint drips like cascade
Transparent and lines made, dragontails ... arcade
Bad girls with a nice frame, would drive a nigga insane
Styling at the dice game, I'm a street nigga so crime pays
Smooth operator, baby girl she just like Sade
Working dumb hard just to see how good the top tastes
Wrong way in the long race, today gonna be a good day
Kick pushing like Lupe
Jordans just like Mookie
Rub some ice up on her booty
Dripped in silk fabric, she lovely, must be an angel
Baby girl so special, look so good from every angle
Fighting inner demons, in my mind a constant battle
Grew up in the shadow, I'm a lion amongst cattle
Couldn't riddle what they dabble
Roses in the aloe, lotus petals on the gravel
[Chorus - Modified]
How you living, how you living, huh?
How you living, how you living, huh?
How you living?
I'm not living, I'm surviving
I've been drifting through the masses, tryna find this road to heaven
If you see me out the city, then I'm out here with my widows
Used to be my ... until I met my type of lady
She been living ...
These aren't written, it's my life
They want to know about my past, but I don't speak that shit, that's messy
Never been a sheep, but then a shepherd, like them prophets
... drumsticks
... mama never raised no ho
So if you coming for this throne, you better have an army
Some bloodies, some crippies
Most these rappers ain't that scary
How you talking all that rah-rah
... stay unsafe ...
If it smoke, then let it bang
I'm in my peace when I hit ... my grave
And as I lay, things ain't been the same, woe is me
And these petals fall ... a kiss
Lay my hear to rest now, girl
Said lay my hear to rest now
[Chorus - Modified]
Mama said, Son you'll find a way
Move her to a finer city, maybe finer state
Don't let your mind escape when the haters choose to let their minds debate
Raised in the Murder Mitten, hit us in the winter, hibernate
Ain't no sitting pretty in the city
Either running through a bag or get a 4.2 on the 40-yard dash
Grow up working on the line
Hoping the pension would last
No wonder we obsessed with the cash
No wonder OGs always living in the past
Don't lose your bearings, we ain't lost til we crash
But it's too apparent, yeah skipping too much class
Call his parents, memories of adolescence, suffer through the fights to find a lesson
The truth it is always, we never present
Just met this young lady, love my presence
Her aura is bright and iridescent as I watch her pop a depressant
Remind us that life is just a blessing
I'm smitten, making plenty investments
When you kill for impressions, real nigga assessment
Give a fuck if it's questioned, I'mma die with a-vengeance
I'mma die as a legend, you gonna die as a peasant
[Chorus]
How you living, how you living, how you living, huh?
How you living, how you living, yeah? I was destined
How you living, how you living, how you living? Cuz mine is destined
How you living, how you living, how you living, cuz?
The Moulin Rouge in Paris with a fresh bottle of champagne
Weirdos, that's the campaign
Structures built that's man-made
Paint drips like cascade
Transparent and lines made, dragontails ... arcade
Bad girls with a nice frame, would drive a nigga insane
Styling at the dice game, I'm a street nigga so crime pays
Smooth operator, baby girl she just like Sade
Working dumb hard just to see how good the top tastes
Wrong way in the long race, today gonna be a good day
Kick pushing like Lupe
Jordans just like Mookie
Rub some ice up on her booty
Dripped in silk fabric, she lovely, must be an angel
Baby girl so special, look so good from every angle
Fighting inner demons, in my mind a constant battle
Grew up in the shadow, I'm a lion amongst cattle
Couldn't riddle what they dabble
Roses in the aloe, lotus petals on the gravel
[Chorus - Modified]
How you living, how you living, huh?
How you living, how you living, huh?
How you living?
I'm not living, I'm surviving
I've been drifting through the masses, tryna find this road to heaven
If you see me out the city, then I'm out here with my widows
Used to be my ... until I met my type of lady
She been living ...
These aren't written, it's my life
They want to know about my past, but I don't speak that shit, that's messy
Never been a sheep, but then a shepherd, like them prophets
... drumsticks
... mama never raised no ho
So if you coming for this throne, you better have an army
Some bloodies, some crippies
Most these rappers ain't that scary
How you talking all that rah-rah
... stay unsafe ...
If it smoke, then let it bang
I'm in my peace when I hit ... my grave
And as I lay, things ain't been the same, woe is me
And these petals fall ... a kiss
Lay my hear to rest now, girl
Said lay my hear to rest now
[Chorus - Modified]
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