Lessons

Who that boy with that loud pack, having racks in that side bag

You was dissing on wile back, man was broke but he bounced back

Estating, how 'bout that? And my pops, he a proud dad

I be geeking with South Man, get away with that foul cat

I'm a boss, you just call me that, Sjava brought that award back

And my bro, he deserved that, ATM on the world map

How the fuck could you doubt that? And we started without cash

Without friends, without plans, had a mic with no mic stand

But I put in work, I know what it's worth

I came from the dirt, got feelings hurt

So alert, I ain't finna lurk

Still sipping syrup, green from the earth

I came with all of my homies

Last thing I want is a strange **** acting phony

All of my day ones they know me

Boss man what they call me, I make plans if you know me

Stack bands on my brodie but share igwinya ne paloni

Manje sibulal' emashowini, to the top where we goin'

Real deal and you know it

No more chilling on the block, selling work, dodging cuffs

He kicked the door in at the spot, they say they looking for the pot

Ross told me to start, I was getting high

He told me soon I'm gon pop, you only get one shot

I'm with the gang, never solo, I love my ****, no homo

We smoke that ganja you don't know, manje ubulawa yiFOMO

You wasn't showing me love

Now you wanna know the plug

Suddenly bigging me up

Wanna know what's in my cup

Twenty-one questions

DIY two, you gon' learn a lesson

Yeah