Never Write Always Right

How you doin', Grandma?
I'm fine. I'm downtown on the salon
You been home all day? You no goin' to school?
No
I thought you said you had half day
Well we do have halfday. Mammy, um
Said that um just because it's snowin' out
That it'd be a problem for me and Kyle
So she kept us home all day
I didn't see the west side
Side right here

This that moment where they, I come up with the shit I write but
I don't write I'm just always right
Yeah, I'm sick of all these rap bastards
Now I'm back like cab backwards
Wait that's average
They used to laugh at 'em
I used to help 'em stay sharp till they back-stabbed 'em
Like they recording in reverse, they back tracking
Sure 'nuff like I just seen the last dragon
Got a lot of childhood memories of dad laughing
He tried to tell us jokes even though he was bad at it
In the skreets contrary to my belief
I reach cause if I sell it I buy it cheap (you wanna)
And if I sell it it wasn't me (I gotta)
I said if I sell it it wasn't me
Now you know the levels
I'm from a era where Flex drop bombs and Clue spoke with echoes

I'm too close to settle, label that's rude bold and thorough
Could've went pro but
They said I was too old and ghetto
Ball like Manute Bol or Kook coach and Melo
Cause truth told even at a traffic light all I see is green and red
Nobody ever move slow on yellow
You get the memo
Either you stop or you go coz there
Ain't no inbetweens when you out on that road
It's yall choice
Would you rather fly or just grow
You niggas must not know
I'm from a place so poor
The tow truck man truck got towed
Hold up, the tow truck man truck got towed
Shit that's crazy
But that maybe
The craziest shit you ever heard

You lay in your piss you'll never learn
Word, God bless the man was born a legend
Even the devil was born in heaven
Why is these little niggas tryin' me
But I'm finna Kawhi Leonard
Kill 'em quietly
A nigga fly call me niggarace
The price high hurry up and buy the sip beside me yeah
I'm tight rowdy
I can't call you sir cause
Niggas might clown me
Like, pipe down I got Christ round me
You more like Kyle Lowry I'm Mike Lowrey
And I'm not a morning person
But I'm up in the morning
Customers yawning, you unemployed, I come to employ 'em
You wanna join
Like a nigga at a gender reveal they want the boy
(Stop right there)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Gibbs, Sy Brockington
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