Wrong

D-Roc

Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten

Shorty house, my big sister kid

Started off, I was broke as fuck

Now I came up and I'm millions in

Shorty whole world fucked up, he need all ends

Fuck a **** whole world up, take his soul then

You love me? Bitch, you a fuckin' lie

Treated me bad once, you won me over and I don't know why

Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried

When grandma died, along my soul died

I'm a lonely child, now just tell me I ain't shit

I know

Let it out or be something wrong

Maybe I showed

That I don't need them around

Fucked up, wish I could call Rich

Fuck that, I don't know who my friend

**** been cliquin' up with **** like they want it with me

All on my shit when I'm around, I got choppers in

And you ain't safe, bitch, no, I don't play, bitch

I take this cutter and cut up and shoot you in your fuckin' face, bitch

**** ain't been playin' 'bout shit, when I cry, you won't try again

I ain't got no purpose, so I'm gon' cut up for Big Dump, bitch

We see the enemy, then we dump, dope in my speakers and the trunk, bitch

And ain't no scorin', it's just for one

This for my youngins who see trucks and they run

This for that youngin had to take his partner life behind a gun

This for my mama and that trauma and that time that I done spent

Spinnin' on you, bitch ****, and livin' like a rich ****

KD can't walk, wish I could sit with him or fuck a bitch with him

She eat his dick behind and I kill her, my clique too official

Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy, serve it like that raw hard

I can't wait till Meech come home so he can get right back in charge

I'll buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce

If I grab that stick, I cause hell and it's over

And I'm dumb as shit, I done fell for this girl, God

I looked at my **** Rich, he can tell

Slime gettin' high till I think I'm in Heaven

'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in Hell

Hold up, that bitch don't want you, you gon' trap her

I been locked inside the stu' like a trap

If we catch one of these rappers, we gon' wrap them

Seen that lil' boy, when I came home, I got after

You stupid bitch, Nike make you run way faster, should've had some

Now that's what you get from tryna take the title off of my drum

I was fumblin' with that chopper, I swung through, they said I had one

And my daddy gettin' on my ass 'cause he say we could've just sent one

Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room

This shit we goin' through'll make you choose and wanna break the broom

After all that I been through, it make you choose, I ain't got faith in you

They laugh, but I ain't cool when I abuse, feel like I break the room

We argue as we feud, sometimes I just plan on shakin' you

Battin' you and just handlin' you, turn you 'round and just do what I do

When I come through, I'll make a body fall

When I come through, lookin' out for all of y'all