something ain't right

Something aint right
I think they put fent' in my sprite
Out patrolling I walk with the knife
Karma coming it fucks with my mind
Something aint right
Not even the paranoid type
See the 12 on my six I grab nine
Keep it hundred I don't go outside

Sorry my nigga I been acting different
Lately feel like someone is watching and listening
To my phone calls and when I'm in the tinted whip
I'm Jake Gyllenhaal in that one movie Prisoners
I gotta finish it
I'm in a Michelin with my shades down and my chin do a synonym
Doors open, minivan
Popped by a middleman
I'll let you go first I aint being a gentleman
I'm smoking too strong need to bring back that reggie
I'm tripping too hard heard some whispers from Heaven
Nightmares of feeling like wasted potential
Say "fuck this rap shit" and let's move out to Denver
Chain is on Winter
Copping some acres
Nowadays rappers get popped by they neighbors
Not by they haters
Cause I'm a target, ducking in Target
Tucking my jewelry

Something aint right
I think they put fent' in my sprite
Out patrolling I walk with the knife
Karma coming it fucks with my mind
Something aint right
Not even the paranoid type
See the 12 on my six I grab nine
Keep it hundred I don't go outside

It's hide and seek
Pop out and see what you don't see
Guess what I peeped?
People I love turned strangers to me
Making a scene
Claiming I'm clean, move like a fiend
Moon I agree-
Why won't nobody just listen to me?

Something aint right
I think they put fent' in my sprite
Out patrolling I walk with the knife
Karma coming it fucks with my mind
Something aint right
Not even the paranoid type
See the 12 on my six I grab nine
Keep it hundred I don't go outside



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Rossi, Jonah Trudeau, Marques Nieves
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