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yung banana - life lessons lyrics

[intro]
we go one for the hoes
two for the bro’s
three for the people having drug overdose
and four for the people in the back, who struggle five days a week on their sh+tty job trying to get stacks

popped a perc
we’re not addicted, but it works
all these years in the game, cops getting on my nerves
stopped dealing when i was 18, got to college, now i got work
paying bills like a clerck, watch me drive by
(skkkrrrttt)

he told you 50 a gram, f+cked up prize what a scam
them parents can’t know them dealing, then posts it on the gram
i ain’t no fighter but don’t come in my lane when i’m with the gang
got this sh+t on lock, mandem, only trust the fam

got that purple drank, red cup, it’s the weekend
my eyes blacked out, my liver going nuts, i’m geeking
these girls wanna dance, but me and the boys we are just focking creeping
roddy’s lifelstyle, pull up the whole d+mn ceiling

flexing on those hoes like it’s f+cking wednesday
shoutout my bro’s and my man yung shway
we even drink that henny on a bl++dy sunday
took a big hit from that blunt, eyes rolled away
flying trough the stars like i’m in a movie
got that stars wars sh+t yoda powers on me
shooting my shot at your b+tch mando this is the way
doesn’t matter it’s your property i just wanna get layed

y’all fake gansters trying to sell less then a kilo
thinking pablo but the blue shows up you’re f+cked so please lay real low
what the f+ck your mother thinks when she sees you in that clio
selling drugs for a friend momma it was not my idea no

we go one for the hoes
two for the bro’s
three for the people having drug overdose
and four for the people in the back, who struggle five days a week on their sh+tty job trying to get stacks

got a banana fresh tattood on my sleeve
but i should’ve put it on my chest cause this is what i breathe
my brother died of cancer in o 12 rest in peace
y’all worried about them little things, that’s just called creed
this lockdown got me h+lla bored i don’t know what i need
no man, it’s not my wifey, not alcohol or weed
it’s the homies and the parties that i miss on my feed
i wanna go to 2fish and trap on these beats

the clubs, the parties, the women and the booze
midweek i’m a nurse, in the weekend drinking goose
in the weekend going to sleep at five not knowing what to choose
midweek i wake up at the same hour pushing snooze

working all day thinking i need my sigarets
partying all weekend thinking i will have no regrets
my wifey got me stressed but the way she breaks her neck
she’s the devil straight from h+ll when she rides that d+ck in bed

you’re cuffed, but still f+cking b+tches
i need people i can trust in my gang, no snitches
i’m hyped, how high i’ll get on these hitlists
and what i can say is how you need to rap these lyrics

we’ve reached the end of my first and only masterpiece
play this everyday once and i’ll will be pleased
just remember drugs are bad, don’t get into trouble
remember there are people who are on the same struggle

[refrain]
we go one for the hoes
two for the bro’s
three for the people having drug overdose
and four for the people in the back, who struggle five days a week on their sh+tty job trying to get stacks
we go one for the hoes
two for the bro’s
three for the people having drug overdose
and four for the people in the back, who struggle five days a week on their sh+tty job trying to get stacks

- yung banana lyrics

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