Rights from Wrong Intro
You Can't tell me I'm right or I'm wrong
Yeahhh
They say ian post to question God but sometimes I do
See lately I've been catching hell just to tell the truth
Feel like I'm out of my mind but that's what pain could do
Loyalty don't mean the same when they change on you
I'm going back and forth pasting
Mind steady Racing
Sippin Henny Coke to chase it
So much pain I can't take-it
See I'm sick of all the bullshit
Talking hard but don't know who you fuckin with
See I know that he hating he on other shitt
If he play he get Popped on some gangster shit
Got the hood yelling Man Down
I can let em take me out
If he pussy can't be round
Knew that hoe was the get down
All them lies is what made me stop loving you
Bitch I gave you my heart and I trusted you
Said you wanted real love but look what you do
Bitch if you say you finished
I'm finished to yeah
Feel like a volcano on finna erupt
Mix up a Sprite and I poor up a cup
Grew up on the Block I swear I had a rough
Should of never put my trust in a slut
So nahh you not my business
Know i gotta keep pimpin'
Picked up a pack and i flipped
Shawty got ass so i tipped it yeah
Now a nigga on the highway ducking dodging in the fast lane
If he play Glock hit him close range
Sipping lean just to ease the pain
Mama praying hoping for a change
Where the sunshine
All I feel is rain
They say that they love you but people change
When you walk away
Then you become the blame
Yeah yeah
So how can you tell me Right from wrong
How you decide my rights from wrong
How you decide my rights from wrong
Yeahhh
They say ian post to question God but sometimes I do
See lately I've been catching hell just to tell the truth
Feel like I'm out of my mind but that's what pain could do
Loyalty don't mean the same when they change on you
I'm going back and forth pasting
Mind steady Racing
Sippin Henny Coke to chase it
So much pain I can't take-it
See I'm sick of all the bullshit
Talking hard but don't know who you fuckin with
See I know that he hating he on other shitt
If he play he get Popped on some gangster shit
Got the hood yelling Man Down
I can let em take me out
If he pussy can't be round
Knew that hoe was the get down
All them lies is what made me stop loving you
Bitch I gave you my heart and I trusted you
Said you wanted real love but look what you do
Bitch if you say you finished
I'm finished to yeah
Feel like a volcano on finna erupt
Mix up a Sprite and I poor up a cup
Grew up on the Block I swear I had a rough
Should of never put my trust in a slut
So nahh you not my business
Know i gotta keep pimpin'
Picked up a pack and i flipped
Shawty got ass so i tipped it yeah
Now a nigga on the highway ducking dodging in the fast lane
If he play Glock hit him close range
Sipping lean just to ease the pain
Mama praying hoping for a change
Where the sunshine
All I feel is rain
They say that they love you but people change
When you walk away
Then you become the blame
Yeah yeah
So how can you tell me Right from wrong
How you decide my rights from wrong
How you decide my rights from wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Mckinnon
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