The Wrong
Don't breathe
Don't you make a sound
Keep your head
Directed to the ground
After all, this life is all you got
Don't ya go doing something drastic to make the opposition rot
I won't freeze
I'm not the enemy
Staying off my knees
I'm in no mood to pray
Guns to the sky
I don't know why
Everyone's surprised when a nigga gotta die
I know, we live in a jungle for sure
Ready to make an entrance so I bust through the do'
Trynna see these bitches drop that ass to the foo'
Got her rollin' in the dough
Like a Papa John's hoe
For $7.50 an hour
That's a show on the low
Now bring it over here
Baby drop that cash now
Doesn't matter where you get it
Don't ask why
Won't ask how
I pull up with the crew
Trynna see how hard you clown
Never letting the powers that be keep us down
No I won't breathe
I'll not make a sound
I'll keep my head directed to the ground
Cause after all
I hate to see my people fall
In this sick and twisted game
Lord I promise I won't fold
I won't
I won't
I won't
I won't
I won't freeze
I'm not the enemy
Staying off my knees
I'm in no mood to pray
Guns to the sky
I don't know why
Everyone's surprised when they killed the wrong guy
I know, these people wanna take our souls
Don't you make a sound
Keep your head
Directed to the ground
After all, this life is all you got
Don't ya go doing something drastic to make the opposition rot
I won't freeze
I'm not the enemy
Staying off my knees
I'm in no mood to pray
Guns to the sky
I don't know why
Everyone's surprised when a nigga gotta die
I know, we live in a jungle for sure
Ready to make an entrance so I bust through the do'
Trynna see these bitches drop that ass to the foo'
Got her rollin' in the dough
Like a Papa John's hoe
For $7.50 an hour
That's a show on the low
Now bring it over here
Baby drop that cash now
Doesn't matter where you get it
Don't ask why
Won't ask how
I pull up with the crew
Trynna see how hard you clown
Never letting the powers that be keep us down
No I won't breathe
I'll not make a sound
I'll keep my head directed to the ground
Cause after all
I hate to see my people fall
In this sick and twisted game
Lord I promise I won't fold
I won't
I won't
I won't
I won't
I won't freeze
I'm not the enemy
Staying off my knees
I'm in no mood to pray
Guns to the sky
I don't know why
Everyone's surprised when they killed the wrong guy
I know, these people wanna take our souls
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Cloud
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