Would I be wrong to pack up my feelings and throw em away, cause the pain still hurt

Would I be wrong to get off the weed, the lean, the percs, just to go off the earth

Would I be wrong to crash on a ****, and put his lil face all up on a shirt

Would I be wrong to go chase the money instead of my dreams, feel like it ain't working

I be with some shooters and trappers for real

Don't tell you love me, that ain't how you feel

My boy could've made it, he hopped in the field

I gotta get it, that's just how it is

I'm playing round with these big rubber bands

Beat from the back, got her holding my hand

I do what I want to, you do what you can

If it ain't bout the money, I can't comprehend

Hell nah

Yeah, **** wanna beef bout bitches, he ain't getting no money

Yeah, **** wanna lose his life, he's a fucking dummy

All that love shit turned me evil, now they can't get nothing from me

I'm never lacking, keep it on me, I stay strapped just like a mummy

Say she fiending for my body, ate the dick just like a junkie

I remember back in the day, they treated me, like I won't important

My bitch bad, she getting nine, hold on, I mean the number before it

I'm just chilling, kick my feet up, smoke a blunt, watch Rick and Morty

Would I be wrong to pack up my feelings and throw em away, cause the pain still hurt

Would I be wrong to get off the weed, the lean, the percs, just to go off the earth

Would I be wrong to crash on a ****, and put his lil face all up on a shirt

Would I be wrong to go chase the money instead of my dreams, feel like it ain't working

Would I be wrong to pack up my feelings and throw em away, cause the pain still hurt

Would I be wrong to get off the weed, the lean, the percs, just to go off the earth

Would I be wrong to crash on a ****, and put his lil face all up on a shirt

Would I be wrong to go chase the money instead of my dreams, feel like it ain't working