Right and Wrong (Freestyle)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tipping in this bitch like a rich man when dinner's done
I could be the meal, but one gun could kill like ten of em
I could make a deal with the devil, like go pretend a sum
But these niggas oppin' me. I gotta keep my god with me
Haters stare awkwardly at me while on my odyssey
I don't want to war too long so I brought a squad with me
Adding up the odder means, subtracting bull out of me
Critics capping, but I've happened onto pulling za in leaves
Now I'm focused, but it's only on one part of me
The third eye. Get off me like it's hot, that lava stream
Dick in her pie hole. Loneliness can die slow
Hi hosanna to the god that made my wife's throat
I flow in her like verse to chorus, top of key
Low blows, high notes. She make it want to talk to me
Tunes on point, I'm like, babe, ooh, you gotta sing
How many licks until we guess who's swallowing.
She fills up with my love then shows me hollow cheeks
Where'd all my jelly go, Like it ain't my property
Buds poking out the blunt, the weed's playing peekaboo
So much smoke that it's almost unbreathable
So much I leave you to, more puffs of weeded flow
Focus on the love of oneself deflects even foes
Ducking and dodging what evil throws
Luck of the prophets, people or growth
Puck in the pocket where I keep it a goal
Holy goalie where my team is at home
Holy cow. Holy green in its jaws
Mouldy cash, what I mean is it's old
Cash cow stretching wide as they go
Jimmy Beam with some weed in my bowl
Krispy Kreme, if a donut was flow
Lights on when it's fresh, so fresh, so hot out the door
Flight's gone. I'm as high as the sky and the lights go
Welcome to my life, I call it the night show
I'm so hype for the time of my life yo
I'm not hating nobody minding they life, though
Yeah, I hate it when lies ruin our lives though
Yeah, I hate it when truth is despised on
Yeah, I hate it when proof gets up and hides oh
Like weasels popping out when my sight's gone
While I'm wishing I could hammer both they eyes off
Sadistic with machines in the studio
I'm banging a beat from in my time zone
I'm strangling demons in my soul
I'm ripping them right out of they minds, oh
Computer love, cause this one is a type flow
I'm cutting away at the middle of it
There's something that looks like a line
Oh, oh. Which side is wrong? Which is right on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tipping in this bitch like a rich man when dinner's done
I could be the meal, but one gun could kill like ten of em
I could make a deal with the devil, like go pretend a sum
But these niggas oppin' me. I gotta keep my god with me
Haters stare awkwardly at me while on my odyssey
I don't want to war too long so I brought a squad with me
Adding up the odder means, subtracting bull out of me
Critics capping, but I've happened onto pulling za in leaves
Now I'm focused, but it's only on one part of me
The third eye. Get off me like it's hot, that lava stream
Dick in her pie hole. Loneliness can die slow
Hi hosanna to the god that made my wife's throat
I flow in her like verse to chorus, top of key
Low blows, high notes. She make it want to talk to me
Tunes on point, I'm like, babe, ooh, you gotta sing
How many licks until we guess who's swallowing.
She fills up with my love then shows me hollow cheeks
Where'd all my jelly go, Like it ain't my property
Buds poking out the blunt, the weed's playing peekaboo
So much smoke that it's almost unbreathable
So much I leave you to, more puffs of weeded flow
Focus on the love of oneself deflects even foes
Ducking and dodging what evil throws
Luck of the prophets, people or growth
Puck in the pocket where I keep it a goal
Holy goalie where my team is at home
Holy cow. Holy green in its jaws
Mouldy cash, what I mean is it's old
Cash cow stretching wide as they go
Jimmy Beam with some weed in my bowl
Krispy Kreme, if a donut was flow
Lights on when it's fresh, so fresh, so hot out the door
Flight's gone. I'm as high as the sky and the lights go
Welcome to my life, I call it the night show
I'm so hype for the time of my life yo
I'm not hating nobody minding they life, though
Yeah, I hate it when lies ruin our lives though
Yeah, I hate it when truth is despised on
Yeah, I hate it when proof gets up and hides oh
Like weasels popping out when my sight's gone
While I'm wishing I could hammer both they eyes off
Sadistic with machines in the studio
I'm banging a beat from in my time zone
I'm strangling demons in my soul
I'm ripping them right out of they minds, oh
Computer love, cause this one is a type flow
I'm cutting away at the middle of it
There's something that looks like a line
Oh, oh. Which side is wrong? Which is right on?
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Pettice
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