Testo The Lesson

Prod by The Arsenals

(Intro)
Yea
Look
I was talkin to my nigga Marvey the other day
And he said the hardest thing that he could've do is tell someone to live
I was like bro, that's what a magician might've do And when I drop lid he said no doubt
But you can't teach em, you know what I'm sayin?
You can only show em
Or it takes the lead as the go whenever you went up to scare to
I been out 30 and let's go there then

(Verse)
Look, wutchu know bout runnin shit daily? Opportunities, we take heat
On this path that's to success and I'm rockin these clicks because I chase dreams
Was blessed with a great team
Team strong, that's the A Team
Yall B Squad
Quit hatin and frontin and claimin you don't know who we are
I've been modest with you fuck niggas
No niggas fuckin with I I done told em I be on in a minute
Now they actin fuckin surprised
I popped up right in front of they eyes
Like hello motherfucker hey hi
How you doin? And they call me Mr. Miles, boy this that movement

(Interlude)
I swear, yeah
So I remember my nigga Cristo here
He stop going in the show, I was like
You sure about that man?
And he's like – I'm not ready
Nigga, I feel you
Told me bout to make history, I was like truth be told
I'll probably be right there with you in due time man
He said, well we only got one life so we might as well live this shit
You know what I'm sayin?

(Verse)
I told my niggas we smooth
They let me get in my groove
Mars was trippin bout takin off school
I simply told er we cool
I swear
Watch young little guy become a stand up
And handle his and give you that early retirement you planned for
Can't help but think I was built to run in this game up late
To where these days and nights become one and the same,
Insane but never sleep because I don't fuck with her cousins
So I ain't gon never stop so go tell whoever I'm coming in this song

(Interlude)
In this song
Um, I remember I got on Twitter one day and my nigga Doug, C3 the name was like
Man, give us 2 years, we gon be in Vegas partying
Poppin bottles, all crazy bitches everywhere
I was like – I feel it
Real shit, give us six months
Six months and we gon be on man
She was like yea
That's real shit

(Verse)
See, I talk my shit ‘cus I wanna
Who else you know that go harder?
Louie belt hold up these sevens, smelling like Dolce & Gabbana
I'm tryna achieve what me and my team dreamin
The where our only concern is valet fuckin up our seatin
A late bloom in first class, a WiFi on the plane
Playin Words With Friends with yo bitch
And it's shout out be running gang
A cold blooded reptilian, I be killin em all
Slowly, no issues, you all know who official
Mr. Miles nigga.