Dead Wrong
She said she was real but that's not a first
I'm still watchin' shit real close cuz I know how it works
I did shit for certain people now they dead wrong
He bought some weed now he gon smoke until his head gone
So many people crossed him now he think his head wrong
I think he only fell in love because her head raw
I heard big bro been goin through it lettin' meds off
And we just went our separate ways thats why we fell off
And that sex unprotected so you know the vibe raw
Just pass me some and have a convo and I'll vibe hard
Yea I do stay quiet but you get popped just like a percocet
Haters keep on tryin wonder why this shit ain't workin' yet
Yea I'm talkin to the sev, cuz the the sev where I'm from
Seven eight one, if you want smoke my niggas got blunts
And I wonder why they chattin' probably mad cuz I'm ballin' hard
Before I had a phone I knew that rapping was my calling card
And I don't got a whistle like a ref but I'm callin' shots
Big bro he gon blow just like a tech, if they foulin' hard
No she cannot be my piece if she can't speak like heart to heart
Of course I got trust issues cuz I really went from heart to heart
Takin' blows and just layin' low like I'm moving narcs
Shorty arch her back real good, shit look like it's art
Not knowin about my pain, gon ask me bout a broken heart
Shit feel like a mother and a baby when they broke apart
That pain real
All them blood stains real
Fuck a heart break, we done lost some fam for real
All I see is all haters, don't got no fans for real
Malicious intent, they fuckin with yo plans for real
I got a good heart, no I don't got no plan to kill
Don't have the heart to kill
Or have the mind to kill
I got drive for real
Yea, I got drive for real
Yea, I got drive for real
Yea, I got drive for real
Ballin' on em just like I'm the Grizzlies, think I'm Ja for real
Feel like I'm gon drop one for the streets and let it pop for real
No he do not got it, He just tweet so it don't pop for real
Pops sold every drug up in the book, so know my pops for real
I watch every snake that just be movin' I don't talk for real
That nigga just switched and told them niggas, he a opp for real
Something really not right with his mental, cuz he poppin' pills
We never had cheddar, we get bread so we gon' stunt for real
He don't talk to no one just the blunt because the blunt for real
Uncle goin' through it, they like do you talk to uncle still
Had to tell my haters, let em know that this shit up for real
I told them that I will do it, no I don't know Uncle Phil
I'm still watchin' shit real close cuz I know how it works
I did shit for certain people now they dead wrong
He bought some weed now he gon smoke until his head gone
So many people crossed him now he think his head wrong
I think he only fell in love because her head raw
I heard big bro been goin through it lettin' meds off
And we just went our separate ways thats why we fell off
And that sex unprotected so you know the vibe raw
Just pass me some and have a convo and I'll vibe hard
Yea I do stay quiet but you get popped just like a percocet
Haters keep on tryin wonder why this shit ain't workin' yet
Yea I'm talkin to the sev, cuz the the sev where I'm from
Seven eight one, if you want smoke my niggas got blunts
And I wonder why they chattin' probably mad cuz I'm ballin' hard
Before I had a phone I knew that rapping was my calling card
And I don't got a whistle like a ref but I'm callin' shots
Big bro he gon blow just like a tech, if they foulin' hard
No she cannot be my piece if she can't speak like heart to heart
Of course I got trust issues cuz I really went from heart to heart
Takin' blows and just layin' low like I'm moving narcs
Shorty arch her back real good, shit look like it's art
Not knowin about my pain, gon ask me bout a broken heart
Shit feel like a mother and a baby when they broke apart
That pain real
All them blood stains real
Fuck a heart break, we done lost some fam for real
All I see is all haters, don't got no fans for real
Malicious intent, they fuckin with yo plans for real
I got a good heart, no I don't got no plan to kill
Don't have the heart to kill
Or have the mind to kill
I got drive for real
Yea, I got drive for real
Yea, I got drive for real
Yea, I got drive for real
Ballin' on em just like I'm the Grizzlies, think I'm Ja for real
Feel like I'm gon drop one for the streets and let it pop for real
No he do not got it, He just tweet so it don't pop for real
Pops sold every drug up in the book, so know my pops for real
I watch every snake that just be movin' I don't talk for real
That nigga just switched and told them niggas, he a opp for real
Something really not right with his mental, cuz he poppin' pills
We never had cheddar, we get bread so we gon' stunt for real
He don't talk to no one just the blunt because the blunt for real
Uncle goin' through it, they like do you talk to uncle still
Had to tell my haters, let em know that this shit up for real
I told them that I will do it, no I don't know Uncle Phil
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Writer(s): Zion Taylor
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