What I Was Taught

I was in the car, riding my, um

With my grandfather

On my daddy side

You know my daddy in jail

He told me

He was like

You gotta pay the cost to be the boss

Always been my dream for to make it to the top

They act like they don't believe me

But shit, I promise I won't stop

Never fold, never speak on what I know

What I was taught

Forever ride for my bros, what I was taught

Fuck that bitch and let her go, what I was taught

Stack my money up till I can buy a vault

Stand on all ten toes and hold your own, what I was taught

I never give up on my brother

I never say no to my sister

Young **** come straight out the gutter

Every day on that block we be hustling

What I do, gotta keep on the hundred

If I get jammed, I won't never say nothing

Everywhere that I go, eyes be on me

Up from the hip if you try to take something

Triple war thirty-eight where I'm from

I had to go hard to come up

I remember I was stuck

I go hit a lick by myself

**** know that's the gang that I rep

I'm not selling my soul for no wealth

Gotta maintain while I'm taking these steps

Free all my bros, it's still fuck twelve

Sipping syrup while I gather my thoughts

Forever doing what I was taught

These **** ain't solid, they running they mouth

In Houston with dope boy, I'm dripping in sauce

Just went shot a video in a loft

Riding in a foreign, never gave my way round

I'm finna be one of the dumbest in town

Got the major labels calling my phone

I'm gang, YoungBoy

You gotta pay the cost to be the boss

Always been my dream for to make it to the top

They act like they don't believe me

But shit, I promise I won't stop

Never fold, never speak on what I know

What I was taught

Forever ride for my bros, what I was taught

Fuck that bitch and let her go, what I was taught

Stack my money up till I can buy a vault

Stand on all ten toes and hold your own, what I was taught

Ride for that money like I work for Brinks truck

Chasing that stack, I can't stop, I gotta run it up

Leaving my shows and them hoes they be chasing us

Flexing so hard that them **** be hating us

I remember ain't nobody believe in us

They want a song, but no, I don't fuck with them

Chasing these hoes, you know I ain't loving 'em

Me and my gang, you know I don't run with 'em

Calling the shots, what the fuck do you mean?

Ain't no **** real biting my beef

Me and twin full of pills on the scene

Got that hammer stuffed up in my jeans

Hit the stage and turn up with my team

Get that dough and perform, then I leave

Ain't got no time to meet and greet

I'm dozing off from that lean

Yeah

But I'm back to back, pouring up these fours, yeah

Catch me turnt up bad

Stunting on these hoes, yeah

Steady hit my dance

Thugging with my bros, yeah

Always kicking shit

Show 'em how it go, yeah

You gotta pay the cost to be the boss

Always been my dream for to make it to the top

They act like they don't believe me

But shit, I promise I won't stop

Never fold, never speak on what I know

What I was taught

Forever ride for my bros, what I was taught

Fuck that bitch and let her go, what I was taught

Stack my money up till I can buy a vault

Stand on all ten toes and hold your own, what I was taught