Testo Lessons Learned

(Verse)
I swear life is trying to teach me a lesson
Try to stay positive, but falling into deeper pressure
On the come up looking down on the dollars
Starring shit right in the face, but I'm trying to move around it.
I should've let her ass where I first found her
But I ain't trying back trap, fuck all the nostalgia.
Too grown for insecurities, homie, Have to forgive me, all this attention is just new for me, homie.
I'm just trying to play it cool, no AC
Tired of everybody telling me what I can't be.
Saying, you see, commercial or underground,
I had to ask myself, do I wanna be AC or Jay-Z?
But I don't leave the pavement, I swear this shit is crazy,
On the road to Maybachs, but I can't hear ‘em make this.
The most lyrical on my part of town
Niggers see my direction am force themselves to beat down
So when I'm used to success, they start looking at me now
You just wanna piggy back, stop acting like you be down.
Don't be round, you barely know me,
Trying to show me your black ass catalogue is out.
All you mixed with the woman that birth me
Yelling back and forth and I swear she don't know how it hurts me. I'm trying to be the greatest artist on this planet
And I know this ain't the way that you and daddy planned it.
But fuck it, I got a feeling for a chick, I ain't need you both,
Another sad song for me, it ain't unusual,
Whenever I see her in the club she with other niggers, but I really don't give a fuck.
We are not an item, I have been showed,
Unfortunately you see me, I don't want nobody else.
She just beat me up and accepting all the person
Being a bad bitch with dollars up in her purse.
I'm just an artist with no cash, nothing special
So I guess that's why I can't impress your ass.
Did I even trust you when I move for the celebrities
Would you play with it on, trying to get offended by
Being on my arm to let all my spinal chords for you
So you can be the nigger you feel could do more for you.
I mean, honestly, I stop caring,
Cause you're feeling on and away when everybody's sharing.
Harsh reality, but the truth is kind of brutal,
Like would make a nigger hard, judge by numbers, soon be passed
Bounce with the motherfucker, this is everyday
Records try to find a reason to live, reason to move forward,
As the news show cases every day, horrors,
Reality TV enforcing them on us,
Niggers stressing Obama to be honest,
I realize that he want but his own switch.
Sometimes I be worried bout the wrong shit,
Probably cause I be worried bout the wrong chicks.
Trying to right my wrongs
All along this I don't write my songs, all in my mind, heart and lips.
I just want you to feel this,
Paralyze the world when you hear this.
Them niggers go beautiful species,
But all I got for you is real shit.