Dead Wrong

You play the victim every time but bitch you dead wrong

You go Kyrie wit these hittas hit the double cross

Playing games wit all the minds you Eva come across

You see I’m sauced up

This ainn our love

Never seen me bossed up

Lil bitch you starstruck

You fuckin wit a dead man

I’m the red man

The master n the weapon

Taurus 9s n chops yea the ak47

I can’t elevate no h-o-e

Fuck the l-o-v-e for a f-e-e

Used to love this bitch to death, she started failing me

This bitch hear me like she deaf til I send threats to leave

I spell it out for you this bitch too t-o-x-I-c

That not what I need

Turn the N to S n get a bitch to grow my seed

While Appreciative for the shit d-I-d

Fuck comparing what them hittas do girl you have the clues that he ainn me

Don’t give me no reason to be a demon

Shawty like me— I swim in that pussy Ima seaman

Fuck what they sayin— these hoes keep Switchin it up like seasons

Ahh— ahh

These people ainn shii this bitch ainn either (nah)

Haa I did the shii first you a repeater

I dig in that hoe all week n you still beggin just to see her

10 of 10 I been the type of jit to Max the meter

10 of 10 a hunnit percent for hoes I fuck Inna beater

Ha— ha

These youngins so mad I knew they ainn like me

Shid is okay tho

U know fuckin wit me is so unlikely

I take Dey wifey

N kill dat pussy you can’t even ID

Shii might need IV

I drained the juice Ouu I’m so shiesty

Ah— ah

Seem like the only one know what I’m doing

So self conscious I’m the only one I’ve been pursuing

I’m don dada how I’m moving I should be yo father

They like prove it but you useless I’m too busy improving

Collecting profits like a church no God don’t overdo it

Higher knowledge fuck da college how tf do I school ‘em

Hittas got guns but stay wit 12 like Ja they ainn my rula

On my belt I rock two letters no dis ainn Medusa

I’m in this rabbit hole so deep I think I need a scuba

You so far from the truth you can’t reach if you had a scoota

This bitch so anxious had a sit down n she called me Buddha

Life Goes On I might just fake my death n go to Cuba

What you onnn?

I’m that youngin, ainn that stupid to say a killa I’m still young

Uh— no I ain’t dumb

Starting five I been the one

4SA I wouldn’t play say all my brothers keep a gun

Uh

Shit you stupid?

Shit rhetorical I see by the way you moving

Tried to knock me off balance I’m too rooted

When I dream I’m in control so my life is lucid

It don’t matter what I’m doing G-O-D inside my music

I’m aligned wit God so I could see through him

Workin my way out the matrix while you work to be included

My thoughts just too inclusive they like how tf you do it?

I’m jus computing

Really I let it come to me

I vibe wit true shit