Training Songtext
von Eto

Whoa, yeah
Whoa
Nigga, you ain′t dead yet
Whoa
Yeah, alright
Yeah, yeah

I'm always paying homage, my nigga, I ain′t owing
If y'all don't play this song at my funeral, I ain′t going

Can′t throw shade on my aura, I be glowing


Niggas ain't as real as you think, I be knowing
Where you think they got it from? Stupid money, pockets dumb
You was copping two knots, homie, I am not the one
That′s how they sound when they get a taste of it, two-faced budget
Hear where I'm coming from? I came from it, cocaine flooded
Bust your gun, my story no different than yours
I got robbed, I robbed niggas, we was kicking in doors
I did reception twice, couldn′t wait to get to the floors
I'm in my second life, couldn′t taste the fifth, that was four

They ain't repping right, foul taste
The early bird can only catch the owl late
But won't get the milk if you let the cow wait
They place all my men in the jail, stay in a child′s place
But when your son about eight, learn on those hundred thou′ traits
It's never too soon, they′ll plant you anyway
Whenever you bloom, old or young, just leave the veteran's room
It′s getting crowded, when I was coming up, we didn't allow it

The wolves couldn′t even yell at the moon
Need that same structure, fuck the game up
Don't let the game fuck ya
First time I weighed up a deuce, I was trained hustler

You still a hustler in training
You get plugged and won't die until you plugging his name in

Rest in peace is respected street shit

Not even God kept a secret