IS IT Wrong

Whats wrong wit askin for help
Is you scared to look dumb by yoself, hand stuck inna air
While they stiff nd they stare
You cant lose, but just gain some more wealth
Its that time of the month, for the elf, yea he shitty
Ask me do I care, lot of things, throw my wheels off the railroad
Like crabs in a barrel, not one left to spare

Hear the diss, I can smell in the air
2 senses, I use, and they clear
Not no use for the other 3 senses, get loose, and dismiss it, done made disappear
How many times we done been thru this shit, and showed all of them pussies
No comp, that shit ner near, nun of us, aint fuck with none of us
But shit who can you trust, Im from the nap
where you luck-y, if u can live to see twice, the amount
You was given when granny, said go cut the grass
When u was sleep, she ain't make up no pass
Roll up, right nd left sleeve, grit it, get nasty
She got them finger nails dirty for you
You ain't asserting no effort, aborting endeavor
Go against the grain, you ain't approved

Whats wrong wit askin for help
Is uyouscared to look dumb by yoself, hand stuck inna air
While they stiff nd they stare
You cant lose, but just gain some more wealth
Its that time of the month, for the elf, yea he shitty
Ask me do I care, lot of things, throw my wheels off the railroad
Like crabs in a barrel, not one left to spare

If you, knew like just how u would die?, knowin they ain't tell no lies
How would you
How would you go bout yo life
How would you go bout yo life, would you stay the same
Would you walk outside yo crib with yo pipe, confidential
Outta sight outta mind, I aint see shit thug
Or act a donkey, unconcealed, with that iron
Turn GTA, into reality, hire, and leave em fired up
Would you waste the same niggas who like, and double tap
And slide in dms, of wife, and keep it quiet thug
Ain't even gone flauge, I was them once, I cant lie
Honest bruh, but in this life, or next life, you get abolished, bruh



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Writer(s): Nigel Dobbs
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