Lessons in life

Just so you, this is real things people have told and taught me over the years.

Some of the lessons that I learnt/
becareful of who u jerk/ sometimes it pays off when you hustle where you work/
neva slack always remember to forever put in your work/
u make the bed that u lay in so don't sleep wit ya dick dirt/ stick up kids is everywhere but late night is when they lurk/
and u aint always gotta bleed for u to be hurt/
not everything is a woman that be wearing a skirt/
mind ya manners, I learned that when mom slapped me in the mouf for saying nothing after a burp/
no matter you from one way or another you going back to earth/

Shorties 24

You braggin bout 9millies, I tote rambo ammo/
but I won't even pop ya, I jus beat u wit da handle/
you the cat, I'm the pitbull/
u living by da fist but ima kill wit the pistol/
funny nigas like kat williams vs lou ferigno/
ill dick down ya girl rite, and only give her the end-o/
and not even share any my endo/
and when I finish ima call that the end(oh)/

Shorties 23

You was cuttin niggas heads/ while I was gettin some head/ I'm proof you aint gotta be cute to get a bitch in the bed/
I know too many dirty cops to know not to fuck with the feds/
all that shit will get you is fed time nigga/
I kept my shit quiet shhtt its bedtime nigga/
and if I run from the cops I'm redline on them niggas/
straight to the motherfucking borderline peace ill see on the flipside my niggas/

Untitled Verse

I couldn't think of title for this and half way through I forgot the beat lol (yeah I know). I was working on this for like 3 days. I just couldn't finish it, because I would be interupted for some reason or another. But well its finished now and here for you, my peoples. Enjoy!

The logical lyricist is in the building/
Bottle on ice Im just chilling/
Im hunger nigga I'm still killing/
Sky is the limit, so what the fucks a ceiling/
No cards when I say I'm just might go back to dealing/
I got some money now to throw around, damn what a feeling/
The urban farm wit hot heffas, cluckin chickens, shady pigs, and rats squeelin/
I be making music, turn around listen to my lil cuz/
I'm past craig mack, kicking new flavor in everybody's ear buds/
Old rappers is should change they name to mud/
Better yet since u washed up change your name suds/
Putting out garbage, pass the tourch why you clinging on to the mic, for your damn life/
Old dudes is fools bunch of van dykes/
I disown the new skool wearing ugly shit as long as it says nikes/
Sagging in bright colors and ya pants too tight/
I'm no Hov but Ima always be poppin tags/
But now its on suits, I'm on my grown man while those cats wear skinny jeans like a bunch fags/
I'm super suped with no chicken noddle/
Guns stay cocked yeah cock-a-doodle/
Get the picture or do I got doodle/
Field if dreams, if I put it down will they pick it up/
D said stop tripping niggas love ya shit they gon eat it up/
Here's a beat stop contemplatin life cuz and beat it up/
Stand back, mic check 1,2 and watch me rip it up/

Warpaint

I speak simply trying to open lids.
Its fucked up & noble what we do in the name of kids.
And in the same sense what we do in the name of biz.
A gangsta is gangsta, words ain't.
I'm a warrior of God so fuck the Gods you thank.
Bags under eyes is my warpaint.
My head is fucked up I act quick, trying not to think.
Wanna glimpse inside my mind,
u can have a front row seat if you sit down and have few a drinks.

Chorus

Got ya crucifix and ya prayer beads.
Another round of shots of hennessy.
One for u, one me, the rest is for my enemies.
That claim to be friends of me.
What's the matter thats only like 8 shots and you lookin a lil green to me.
Here's another to all women claiming to be in love with me.
Doubles for all those that fell for the "d".
Skip the 99 problems cuz a bitch aint one.
And I counted I would have a 100 and one.
Not to mention my god-daughter and a maybe-baby son.
Calm on the surface, still waters run deep.
Approach with caution when you stepping to me.
I, Wayne spit the truth in the disguise of Weez.
Speaking my mind got me with a buzz just like a swarm of bees.
King Vic taught me the meaning of peace.
Taught to worship an invisible God above me.
When the bible says there's one up in me.
Scribble my heart's thoughts till my left arm is sore.
I stopped knocking a long time ago and started kicking these doors.
Forever will I put in work.
Do it till my body starts to cramp and hurt.
Remember being poor and say fuck it they don't really hurt.
pick up my pen and get back to work.
Cause there's power in the dollar.
The power to make her swallow.
Not to be cocky but I packing penis power.
Life is a bitch and I'm here with
the power to make her holla.
Sky the is the limit, and its only getting taller.