Dead Wrong

Ridin with the gang huntin for the bag
I'm outside with the iron flag
12 hit the streets
And I do the dash
Jury see my face
They try to hang my ass
This ain't analog
Pussy ass nas tried to sign a dog
Run up on 64
It's yo fate to fall
Some think they hard
So I iron em all

Young 4G been a player
I got no love for these hoes
I aint had no where to go
They left me out in the cold
I couldn't come to you for nothin
Got it all on my own
That's why I can't trust a soul
All I trust is my pole

This ain't analog
Pussy ass nas tried to sign a dog
They don't know 64 be creepin in the dark
I ride round with the holocaust

My brothers ridin with me
We come get all of y'all
Call us golden state
Cause all my nas gon ball
Yeah we on our toes
We don't slip and don't fall
Gun out here singin like Diana Ross

What, Yeah
Pray to your god
I don't pray to nothing
I'm a predator
I can't trust nobody
But I trust my scars
History repeats
I'd have to go to war
(Dead wrong)

Aye
Ready or not
If I want you
I'll come get you
I'll pull up on yo block
I don't need no co defendant
It's just me and my glock
Boy you better be a demon
Think bout rushin my spot

This ain't analog
Two gun tote
With my armor on
Boys out here scared so they run to the law
But I'm runnin raps around them on the scoring report

Ridin with the gang huntin for the bag
I'm outside with the iron flag
12 hit the streets
And I do the dash
Jury see my face
They try to hang my ass
This ain't analog
Pussy ass nas tried to sign a dog
Run up on 64
It's yo fate to fall
Some think they hard
So I iron em all
Yeah



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Writer(s): 64cityy
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