Dead Wrong

I keep that truth clear whenever that booth near

The one Wlwho you fear move tiers as I prove years

Of dedication

My worded declaration decorated liner sheets

Finer beats keep my compete complete

Peep the receipts I been official like refs with a whistle

Initially I can be civil till I see artificial

Start to chisel through these records like a stone pallet

Anytime I roam home you know that I've shown malice

Y'all can keep sneak dissing I hear the snakes hissing

Two face laced behind you Jakes let the fakes glisten

I’m on a mission with the vision hitting other levels

Gotta steer from collisions my position to revel

Became accustomed to the shade since a checkmate

Chess plays moving at a pace you could catch hate

So a few of you gotta start to get used to this

Per-sue or you could sit 2 metres under the tomb to fit

Oh, y’all like to talk but ain’t got shit to say

Keep ya head down, walk, 'cause y'all ain’t fit to play

Sit and sway, the decisions weigh the pro and cons

It’s the weak or the strong, homie, you dead wrong