Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lessons , by - Quin Nfn. Release date: 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 |