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Wrong Places
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wrong Places was released on February 8, 2026 by MarcusLeVar.eth as a part of the album Death of De Luca
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Release DateFebruary 8, 2026
LabelMarcusLeVar.eth
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Official T-Rob
Official T-Rob
Rap
Marcus LeVar Carter II
Marcus LeVar Carter II
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Quiroga
Daniel Quiroga
Songwriter
Tommy Robinson
Tommy Robinson
Songwriter
Marcus LeVar Carter II
Marcus LeVar Carter II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Official T-Rob
Official T-Rob
Engineer
T.O.P
T.O.P
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, that's what the people need in here, all of you, you know what I'm saying
All the phases, everything you went through to build up to be, yeah, 100% authentic you
You know what I'm saying
So, you know, it's definitely good that you letting the people hear where you came from
And what you started with and how you molded into how you are now, you know what I'm saying
Cause it's all trials and tribulations, like you had to, you feel what I'm saying
You gotta really move correct now so you can have, you can leave an example of how people
Looking at you, you know what I'm saying
So, that's good, that's good that you showing that side of you cause I know for a minute
Like you, you just wanted to film, you just keep the past in the past but now I see that
You embracing what you, what you really, you know, been through, you know what I'm saying
You can't hide that stuff, you can't run from it, you know what I mean
Like it's part of, it's part of even how I got to where I am now
So, it's only right to honor and put it out and like you kind of motivated me to do that
On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit
I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit
Although I used to go when I was young and reckless, looking for thrills in all the wrong places
On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit
I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit
Although I used to go when I was young and reckless, looking for thrills in all the wrong places
Thank God I turn my life around, I swear to God when I was young I wasn't righteous, child
Boy, I was wild, go ask my loved ones, they might tell you how
I do some fucked up stuff, but we won't rap about it, we been had a rap about it
We been moving past that tragic moment from the past
Reminds me why I go relapse and can't stop puffing on the gas, helps me relax
Cause oftentimes I'm stressing from decisions from my past
Sometimes I wanna crash, but fuck it, I'm back
I'm in the stu with the crew, tryna spaz
Young blade, put these blood suckers on they backs
You wanna talk racks, that's motivation, but I ain't into that
I wanna bleed truth on these tracks
On my mama, if she don't love how I rap, I'll give it all up
Cause I ain't living the rap, I'm living the stack
Procreate and give back, never slack
Make it move steady till I'm lying flat, and that's a fucking fact
On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit
I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit
Although I used to go when I was young and reckless
Looking for thrills in all the wrong places
On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit
I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit
Although I used to go when I was young and reckless
Looking for thrills in all the wrong places
Shit, you not wrong; Had to get my mind to gut it before I did that shit
Yeah, I love to rhyme, but these hoes know I'm in it
They be calling me a goat; HAC, acting like I've been at shit
I know what I wrote, don't be questioning my script
And they should already know that I'm taking care of business
****, I'ma need a boat way I'm wavy on this shit
Fuck that, I need a yacht with some ladies on that shit
Plus, I just drank a lot, I'm too wavy in this bitch
I'm just here getting faded like I never drank a bottle of that label
Boy, this late, that's why the bars coming crazy
We out here dipping dates, ducking different strangers
Fucking with the natives; What's so funny? It's our music that they cranking
I like it when there's new buzz, ringing no Beatles
Sometimes you get more love from strangers than your own peoples
Now everybody say that's real shit that you're speaking
That's like a constipated old **** eating beef
Guess back to the rap beef; Nah, they don't want that with hack fist fly
Then it's back to the jack beatbox with the bass in the back
N-A-H, produce a track, new age with snares and the clap, my game full of flares
Matter of fact, so lit, can't compare
Some ass mashers, hot shit that I'm about to drop on your noggin
Never lack, lack if you hog it and pack on some of the hack shit
Get your bank account, can't log in
You know what? Never mind; You ain't even worth robbing
Pull it up in a Batmobile; whipping shit like I'm starving
Nah, I ain't done. I'm just starting
What's your price? What you bargain
Please don't say your life if you do that's retarded
Hope you dumb dumbs hear me when you doodoo vibes like you farted
I draw my plans clearly even though I'm not the type of artist
Yoink
That's how we gon' creep up and take the fucking game, ****
Heh, T, HAC squad in this shit, ****
And we taking this game by surprise
You either with us or you not
Heh; And you don't wanna be on the other side
Written by: Daniel Quiroga, Marcus LeVar Carter II, Tommy Robinson
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