Lord forgive, give me your ears holla if you hear me talkin’
I’m finding it hard to keep the faith
On the stage with the monitors off, can you relate? ["You live and you learn"]
The Kid Daytona:
[Verse One]:
You must learn
Stick your head in a flame and it will burn
Stand in the way of a train and get hurt
Pay what you [?] don’t underestimate words
For what it’s worth
I gotta get the paper
For yesterday’s news and for what today births
And if that’s problem so be it
‘Cus nothing get’s worse than seein’
Niggas eatin’ in your face when you’re starvin’
Like how you keep up in a race when you’re doggin’
Better late then never they say remain confident
When offices is late with they offers
And radio they left New York for Atlanta, like Crawford
How can I not panic? Chicks, that I seen today, be really all the same
I interchange the name [?]
But committment never came no longer than seven months
‘Cus that bitch named ‘Fame’ always seem to interrupt
And I’m chasin’ a [?] with it
Might be past that
These rap acts got this shit lookin’ like Katt Stacks
Whorin’ it out my worries are my concern
Before the jury is out I gotta learn, face first
[Hook]:
I used to not know a thing
But I knew what it was
Found out a few things and it’s only because
I’m tryna live for as long as I want
And not what for as long as I live
Now if you feel what I feel say what (say what)
And if you feel how I feel say what (say what)
Keep it movin’ don’t wait your turn (why’s that?)
You live and you learn (you live and you learn)
[Verse Two]:
You must learn
What they do is not my concern
He who remains cool [?]
Hey, I break through it and see it all
Moving place of all from
The fake shit basic, small change
And fall with your greatness, face and hall of fame
Ignore the rain, even when it’s pouring
Keep at least one eye on it
CBS, Katie Couric
The news they report it, or maybe not
A baby shot on [?] while the neighbours watch
Jamie Foxx the situation, play blind
To it all no snitching in the ghetto (as you recall)
Came on 60 minutes serial killers on 4E
Rather move away then call police
That’s what happens when you’re raised in the Beast
The stomach of it, no waving white flag for peace
My grandmother played the number, dollar and a dream
My niggas hoping for a come-up, plot and then they scheme
And that’s how it be, I just wanna be me
Word to Tiger Woods goatee
Mostly this what I came away with
Trusting niggas is [?]
But um, a thug changes
And love changes
And best friends become strangers
[Hook]:
I used to not know a thing
But I knew what it was
Found out a few things and it’s only because
I’m tryna live for as long as I want
And not what for as long as I live
Now if you feel what I feel say what (say what)
And if you feel how I feel say what (say what)
Keep it movin’ don’t wait your turn (why’s that?)
You live and you learn (you live and you learn)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Hit the pot with the fork
Scrape the cocaine just like an egg yolk
Slam dunk a brick just like I’m on a court
Feeling like John Gotti walking out the court
Broke my wrist when I jumped out the gym
Balling hard like I’m on ESPN
Pinky ring, hit me for the 10
Slide through the trap, Forgiato my rims
In the trap, let the story begin
’09, me and Guwop getting it in
Young rich nigga came up straight out the rip
2010, had to empty the clip
2011, .30 on my hip
2012, I’m on a private jet
’13, 30 M’s, what’s next?
’14, had a 100 M check
2015, nigga we made it
Jump out the gym and I went to Las Vegas
2016, came from trapping on Baby
Made 3M overseas, we gonna go to Australia
Me and Bow Wow all about paper
Stack up the money taller than skyscraper
Smoke up gelato, then I hit the vape
Hop in the Lambo, we stunt on the haters

[Verse 2: Bow Wow]
Yeah, yeah
Just bought a private jet
We don’t land at LAX
You know Bow get it popping
Shhh, rich niggas talking
Shut up nigga, let me speak mine
Been balling for a long time
You know hoes come and go, dog
Just like LeBron’s hairline
Kid Red in this bitch right
Wackstar here, Fruits up
Getting money with these white folks
Now now a nigga gotta suit up
In the building like I own it
Lamborghini doing donuts
Niggas talking like they want it
Bad bitches, yeah, we on them
Hop out the Wraith, young nigga knocking your bitch
Look at the stones on my wrist
Stripper parties in the suite at the Ritz
Forbes calling because they know niggas rich
We don’t make music for broke niggas
Only for rich niggas out getting money
I stay to myself, I keep shit on the low
And they say that I’m broke, boy, y’all funny
Still ball, I’m a Minute Made fan now
Still getting "Like Mike" checks in the mail now
Blowing big blunts, kush smoke in the air now
Young niggas in here turnt, we don’t pipe down
[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Young niggas turnt, we don’t pipe down
Posted on the block with the Glocks out
Posted on the block in the drop with Bow Wow
Pinky ring, 10 chain cost a 100 thou
Young rich niggas, yeah, we all about paper
Rollie my wrist, bust down on a hater
The niggas mad, just look at they faces
Went and spent 50 thousand for a bracelet
Posted on the block, I’m gripping
Serena Williams how I play with the racks like it’s tennis
Shoot this Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Standing in Zone 1, I’m serving the pigeons
Hit the p-jet with a hundred and fifty chickens
Drunk and testing, thought they say it’s finger licking
Knock out the plug, I ain’t leaving no witness
Sipping on Actavis, feeling the promethazine in my kidneys

[Verse 4: Bow Wow]
Club jumping because we in it
Niggas mad because we winning
Money coming by the boatloads
Fuck saving, we gonna spend it
Costa Mesa with your bitch
We just spent about a grit
Left nothing on the racks
We just fucking up Saks
Designer this, designer that
Always ten, we on the map
Speaking of the town, still the king of that
Homie, I’m just stating facts
Party at Jamie Foxx’s house
Fucking hoes on the couch
Never catching feelings with these bitches
Fuck them one time then kick them out
Been stunting since a jit
Red bottoms for the kicks
Switch the Rolly for the Cartier
Niggas balling, Penny Hardaway
Got a Gotti never drove it
Drive the Rover like it’s stolen
Diamonds came from Elliot the jeweler
So you know my neck and wrist is frozen
I just got a check, nigga
So I’m gonna flex, nigga
Got a driveway full of foreigns
I don’t drive Corvettes, nigga