Life Lesson Video (MV)

You wake up every day, what is you mad about
I wake up every day, mall mall and I be cashin' out
(Quan on da track)
You wake up every day, what is you mad about?
I wake up every day, go to the mall and I'll be cashin' out
Can't take my drac' nowhere is it be actin' out
Smokin' all this wood by myself, ain't no passin' out
I'm in the booth, and I'm always speakin' facts now
You dissin' on the songs you tryna copy, you's a crash out
Speakin' on my game, the reason why we got the MAC's out
We livin' in poverty, the reason why we got the stacks out
Tryna lecture to your niggas, I ain't gotta rap now
You went up to that court and took a stand, you's a rat now
I'm only 22, but the monkey on my back, ow
The choppers in the room, I ain't talk about no stash house
But I'm back now, rappin' on my own beats
You know how I'm finna spazz out
If it's your time, you know you gotta get that rack out
I don't even trust my own city, man, they heavy now
Middle fingers to the law, man, they better get me now
You can hate me, you can talk behind my back
I swear it won't break me
Nah, I got my glock and it's off safety
Say goodnight to the bad boy, don't try to Ma$e me
It's the school of hard knocks, but I ain't Jay-Z
We can put the star to your head like it's Macy's
I done drop too many albums shit, I was 18
The reason why I got this name, shout out to my auntie
You gon' get killed if you tryna play with me
I be hungry for the cash like I ain't ate in weeks
Too many haters in the city, man, I hate to see it
Too many snakes up in the world, man, I hate to be it
Let me calm down, man
They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me fall
It's cold up in this rap game, I had to heat it off
You done made a block hot, turn that heater off
You miss a whole hundred shots with that meter off
I can make a meal by myself, please leave me alone
Man, my Glock too attractive like it's Nia Long
If you come up in this game, though, you can't escape it
I'm on that money routine, daily basis
If you can see the picture, I can paint it
Yeah, I got the imagery
If you wanna beef with me, you ain't gon' make it
That's why I gotta keep the cadence
And yeah, I'm tryna make it out
And it's middle fingers up to the haters
And boy, you owe me with my paper
Don't make me shoot you down with that chop
Fah, Fah, Yeah, see you later
I'm back now
Everywhere I go, you know I gotta keep that Mac now
How you wanna make a song and diss me, you so capped out
Action take over your words, and that's a fact now
And I pray to God that my life, that I won't crash out
Yeah, they still hate me
You can talk behind my back, I swear it won't break me, no
I got the drackie, we can walk him down
Now he sleeping like a baby
Yeah, they still hate me, cause I be getting money lately
Got a Glock with a drift stick, still this ain't no racing
Y'all don't want the other side of me, cause I am brazy
Smoking all this motherf*cking wood, but I ain't lazy
But I can't pass that
Everything think cause I'm a rapper until y'all see the real me
But I can't let no bitch nigga kill me
You wake up every day, what is you mad about?
I was a bad boy on my own, but I'm a savage now
Big bands entertainment, that's the label we ain't switching out
Keep on dissing all my songs until we put them switches out
They wanna hate me, I swear it won't break me
Little fingers to the cops, they tryna catch me
I miss my nigga Will, yeah, they gotta free my baby
They gotta free my baby
Keep the rest
Quan on the track