Nobody’s Teaching Game

[Intro]

Uhh

Dizzy Wright nigga

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]

I told my mama this is me until my dying day

I'ma educate roll this weed and I'mma fly away

I'm blunted keep it three hundred I done found my place

This sound the fake is all around my way

But I just keep to myself that ain't no harm is it?

I'm about my business so I keep niggas at arms distance

These niggas iffy, money make a nigga move quickly

Couple dollars and now he want to go and hit this city

No way he strugglin but that money speed on getting bitches

Spending your gas money on different mission

This niggas fool these bitches pimpin niggas

Y'all got the game twisted, better decisions when I'm living

Get it my own I can't be sick

I'm testing my awesome ability surrounded by positive energy

My nigga the industry is fucking letting me down

I'm looking around like damn, these are idols?

People faces with these titles ain't no point of sticking around

Nigga I'm out, nobody teaching game

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]

Ain't nobody teaching us the game

So we had to learn the game on our own

Judging body teaching lesson bout nothing

I can't even tell my right from my wrong

Ain't nothing natural everything is in the back

One day if we speed it the last of time

So I'm working harder cause I did it god damned

If I just let time just pass me by

Nobody teaching us nothing

[Verse 2: Capo Young]

Yeah we know too much to try to hole out

Holding on your flash it can't even let your soul out

I share silent cries, those who took the ho route

I wonder if you see some shit that day

Babies know what that about

But I ain't trying judge cause I din't do my dirt

But I'm just speaking up cause I I don't wanna see you hurt

Let me tell you bout my dreams

Cause I don't see the worst

From Malcom X murder too me inside the hearse and

We just think we need a resolution

It's evident that we ain't solved a shit

Where we've been shooting

You want your chains and your whips shit

Get when you ride

But can't take none of the witch when you die

Gotta get back on my soul, gotta stay up on my mind

Gotta do me cause this niggas they pay a fee to see me be weak

I got my passion in my veins my God inside my soul blunt

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