Wrong Hands

Looking like one of Marleys lost kids
Trying to find peace, knowing the obstacles endless
Roll another spliff the clip I got almost finished
& I got one last minute to kick some shit off so tunnel vision
Right eye just a little blurry, close it now its perfect precision
Hit ya bitch now she go missing
Catch no feelings, what's the mission
Embedded in the hippocampus
I go rampant for the bands
Trying to free myself like Ye
Without pricking the wrong hands
Time is of the essence man
My worst enemy really Me
Cus honestly I ain't worried about you niggas tryna step to me

That's for cappers, fake MCs, clout chasers & green feins
Trappers trapped in action less acting
Same category as capping
Now I'm just rapping for the fuck of it
I'm done with this



Credits
Writer(s): Te'vaughn Evans
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