Right My Wrongs

you ain’t really bout it

Girl I notice

Smoking too much weed

I lose my focus

Again again again

Again again again ,

Lil playedyou, out the trap house

Mmmm my ex girl love to act out

Uhh they likin what I rap bout

Guns , drugs ,money

Hoes, sex , money

Only god can judge me

All my girls, I make em feel worth it

I Blow her back out change my mind

Now she feel worthless

I’m sorry , babyboo I’m sorry

I should have told u

I don’t like mileage on my Ferraris

Nah nah nah

And I can’t forget about the hood

I Still got love got love in the hood

I know some ppl wanna kill me

But that bad come with good

That’s jus this it go girl

I been understood that

matter fact , my Lola strong

Yeah she gangster

Matter fact , my dawgs they strong

But they got anger

matter fact , my dawg he gone

Tears on my paper

Matter fact , labels calling

Dream chaser

And I

I can’t right my wrongs no

No I,

I can’t right my wrongs

x2

x2

Aye stick up

Pick up

Which one

Who gon call me

When I need em

Lotta money

On the table

Family got feed em

Trapping, juggin, sliding

Blue face , way my dawgie bleed em

Riding for my brothers

So how could I ever

Leave em

Gun cry

Whoo whoo whoo

Shots fly

Shoot shoot shoot

I’m tied girl I’m tied

I’m tied

I close my eyes

And I see

I see the reaper getting closer

I seen death around the corner

So I gotta keep it tinted when I’m in this Range Rover

Back of the back

I got two blicks so I can’t lack

Straps on straps

Getting this money girl

Racks on racks

Show to show

City to city back to back

Coast to coast i put the city on my back

*HOOK