Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lessons, artist - Quin Nfn.
Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lessons |
You don’t even know how I feel, nigga |
I been standin' on ten since a lil' nigga (Standin' on ten) |
You ain’t a hunnid, I can’t even deal with ya |
Got a Tommy on me, rockin' Hilfiger (Uh) |
Get a vibe, like a smoke, I’ma kill niggas |
In the streets, it be harder for real niggas |
Got the bag but I need it a lil' quicker (Need it a lil' quicker) |
Momma say never put trust in niggas (Never) |
But I can say now that I learned my lesson |
Lost my daughter to COVID, can’t earn a blessin' |
I can’t sit around niggas with no progression |
'Member Christmas, at night, we ain’t open presents |
Never wifin' a bitch, I don’t go to weddings (Never) |
Had to keep it a flow thing, they ain’t know we stretchin' |
And that’s Christian Dior when the bro be steppin' (Steppin' out) |
I’ma shoot, shoulda played for Toronto (Shoulda played) |
And put a zip in my paint full of fronto |
Ayy, baby nine on my side like I’m Rondo (Bah, bah, bah, bah) |
How he go from the floor to a condo? |
(How he do that?) |
How he go from a lil' to a lot more? |
(How he do that?) |
How he turn a new Glock fully auto? |
(How he do that?) |
How he say he a leader and follow (How he do that?) |
If you came out the mud, nigga, bravo |
That’s what I grind for (That's why I’m grindin') |
Bitch, I’m forever ridin' |
Know I might fail, I’m forever tryin' |
On the work, got the pack like I’m exercisin' |
Lotta shooters 'round me, I ain’t television' (Bah, bah, bah, baow) |
How you get on the stand tryna testify? |
Know lil' Quin from the 4, they gon' verify |
Can’t condone an arraignment, we emphasizin' |
Drop a band on your head, make forever slide, yeah (Bah, bah, bah, bah) |
I gotta get cake (Get cake) |
Before I let these niggas, play, bitch, I’m gon' be an inmate |
House with a big gate, yeah |
Two lane streets with the beats, I’on even know which way |
Spin like a mixtape (Spin it) |
Four, five bullets’ll eat through a bitch nigga, we ain’t (Baow, baow) |
I’m tryna get cake (Get cake) |
And whatever I do, bitch, I gotta make sure that my kids straight |
Catch a opp and get some get back, uh (Get back) |
Send a blitz, they know we did that (Did that) |
Bro risked his life for me, I can’t forget that (At all) |
So I’m sendin' shots, you play with him, I meant that (Bah, bah, bah, bah) |
Say he gangsta, never got his lick back |
It’s a whole lotta shit that I never did yet |
These niggas problems, they be crossin' out their partners for some dollars |
I ain’t ever did that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
These niggas hate that I elevated |
I still got a long road to my destination |
It just took some hard work and some dedication |
When you tryna go up, it take separation |
As a team, for the dream, it take preparation |
From the streets to the beats, I make better bacon |
Try to jump in this beef, be another patient (Grrah, yeah) |
We get 'em knocked out (Knocked out) |
I made a vow to the gang, I’ma shoot when it pop off |
And I will not talk (Yeah) |
How he done came in the game and he can’t get a shot off? |
Stay on the sidewalk (Stay) |
Hop out the car with the gang, run 'em down, we do drop offs |
They know I’m two deep with Doodie, front line |
Every time nigga play 'round with us, we done got off, yeah (Bitch) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Two deep with Doodie and every time, nigga, we got off, yeah |