text: Teach Me / Bumpy Ride Lyrics
  Teach me, teach
  Teach, teach, teach 
  Turn, turn, turn
  Yo
  All these jewels aint gonna make me richer, but it might just do for my little nigga 
  Little nigga wanna be a hitter, told him, Cut a cheque and go and be a driller 
  Fake niggas made them pictures bigger, I was tryna show them to the bigger picture 
  No more showin haters middle fingers
  Rather show the haters to my pinky finger 
  I rub the clitoris, she lick my finger
  She dont know she suckin on my trigger finger 
  Couple businesses and bigger blickys, now we uptown, we gettin flicky 
  Tommy said Im makin too much money
  Next watch will have to be a Richard Mille 
  Feds will pree me cah I made a killin
  Both in the countryside and in the city 
  How many times did I leave the judge livid? 
  Cause I didnt have to go step on a visit 
  Windows are tinted, but they let breeze in
  Tracksuit in season, it match the interior
  I dont wanna see no civilians
  Im done takin public opinions 
  I find this all so hard to reason 
  Well, its time to get my head heated 
  I try to be peaceful, tell the Gs not to put teeth in , turn
  Ask Edna to teach us forgiveness
  Teach me 
  Teach 
  Teach me 
  Teach, teach, teach
  Yo, somebody call God for me , tell him this is daylight robbery 
  Somebody tell the people I want an apology for all of their broken promises 
  Promises they made but, true, they didnt owe it me 
  They said if I get lost, theyll come for me, and comfort me 
  But when I got lost, they abandoned me, and they talk tough for me
  They aint stick to their promise, yeah, they taunted me, they walk with me
  So now, if it aint for the fam, then its all for me
  Pa was strugglin to cope with me, he start to wish he aborted me 
  Oh, how we tried everything, even tried therapy, could never tell what was wrong with me 
  They said that I couldnt, took away the NT and apostrophe 
  Dont look down on me, that was hypocrisy
  Come up from poverty, blame the economy 
  The hustles a game of monopoly
  Do I blame destiny or blame astrology? 
  So many different philosophies 
  Before I learned to love properly, ah 
  They took away the only thing that belonged to me
  What more do they want from me?
  Turn
  Turn up, turn, you know
  Yo
  Turn
  Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour
  Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power
  How much time did I take that chase? Have to left them jakes all sour
  Now plum sauce on duck, I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower 
  Its flashin lights, still I got gangdem ties 
  Wap cost five, thats light
  Bro let it hang out the passy side
  Music and road, still I cant decide
  I was on the wing eatin mash and pie 
  Looked in the judges eyes, I took that oath, I lied
  Hit the strip and colly, couldnt do both, I tried
  Street qualified, grow more on the field, thats science
  In the T, I learnt mathematics
  Made the phone do acrobatics
  Wheres that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic, yo
  Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit
  Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
  Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it
  Been a bumpy ride, and I let things slide
  I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets 
  Its hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it 
  I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it 
  Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it, oh
  How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock
  Me, Im tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok
  All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock, me, Im tryna make sure the qualitys tiptop 
  Spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from Junebug Izzpot 
  Hand tings for the gliding, I rise them autos for when I get pissed off 
  Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop, so its only right I baguette my wristwatch
  Feathered cushions, barely use it 
  First-class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid 
  A hundred-thousand dirhams 
  Cant take away the pain but I know I can soothe it 
  Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit
  Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
  Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it
  Been a bumpy ride, and I let things slide
  I should have reached in the jacket, , take out pocket rockets 
  Its hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it 
  I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it 
  Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it, o-oh 
  Shut up
  One thousand stones
  One thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour
  Black Lives Matter
  In the hood this wap meets power
  How many times did I take that chase, Headie?
  How many fucking times did I fucking take that fucking chase?
  Laughs
  Its lit
  Yeah, seriousEmbed