Dead Wrong

(How you do that SAV?)
Meet your Maker
Mucho Mota From Jamaica
I can smell the pussy in your make
Still gon taste the batter when the cakes up
So put your mother-fucking cake up
All of the shit we did for niggas they ain't never thank us
They tried to take us and break us
They was sleeping on my Flo'
I hope they brung they pillows and they blankets
I been making hella art them bitches stole my paintbrush
You's a bitch, its in your heart, your make-up
Don't forget your blush
You's a bitch, you pussy fragile won't convince me you're tough
I remember days I got the dial tone
You influenced me to call your bluff
Remember days I couldn't phone home
Man I think we had enough
Remember days I wanted to be long, long gone

Back in the days I was living right but I still felt dead wrong
(Back in the days I was living right but I still felt dead wrong)
And they all went right I left
You playing Checkers this chess
Who next?
Compared to the vets i'm still best
Imma get my parts then you get rest
Hope you don't get caught in that crossfire
I pray you don't get caught up in that crossfire without wearing a vest
Damn, im glad im blessed
When he put the pack up to his head
He swear to god that shit a flex
I gotta confess
For a couple years I was depressed I ain't address it
Now im stressed
My life was a mess
I ain't sit around and complain about it
I still made it the best
All those suicidal thoughts was a couple hard pills away for me to digest
All those suicidal thought was a representation of me trynna express
We all know you getting what you giving
Im trynna reinvest
Im glad I got that off my chest
Tired of the fake fucking facade I need to get some rest
You need to chill relax KizzleWatt just take a deep breathe
(You need to chill relax KizzleWatt just take a deep breathe)

Meet your Maker
Mucho Mota From Jamaica
I can smell the pussy in your make
Still gon taste the batter when the cakes up
So put your mother-fucking cake up
All of the shit we did for niggas they ain't never thank us
They tried to take us and break us
They was sleeping on my Flo'
I hope they brung they pillows and they blankets
I been making hella art them bitches stole my paintbrush
You's a bitch, its in your heart, your make-up
Don't forget your blush
You's a bitch, you pussy fragile won't convince me you're tough
I remember days I got the dial tone
You influenced me to call your bluff
Remember days I couldn't phone home
Man I think we had enough
Remember days I wanted to be long, long gone