Tell Me If I'm Wrong
Ever since I could remember, this is the way I wanted to live my life
Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin' bitches in my songs
For putting chronic in my bong and drinking 40's on the lawn
That's what it is
My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line
I always speak what's on my mind
So they don't try to punk my kind yea
Let me get to coasting on the beat while I'm breathin
Cuz I know they waitin for me in the street, if I see em
I'm a live em where I seen em last
Pump Pump then it's over live em in the past
Locally I'm deep like the bass
Roman number five to the muthafuckin' Ace
Posted up in the place
In a blue suit feelin like I'm bulletproof
Puffin' on a blunt blunt swigging on a deuce deuce
On the dresser got a bottle of gin, an empty glass
A lighter and a blunt and tray for the ash
A loaded shotgun and a pistol on the bed
I'm an enemy to many so many enemies dead
Many have said to me they love me but I know they envy me
Jockin' me, knowing me like a celebrity
The lights are off in the dome
Nobodys home, carry on if you want to live long
Look at my portrayal, there's no pity for a thug
A victim to my drug
Ambition in my blood
A child with no wishes and no dreams Just a bunch of screams
Looking for a crack of light in something that I don't believe
I'm 22 and I'm in crisis, mind is stressing
Take a look around the hood and all I see is depression
So I put a bullet in your chest wow
Do you really think you're blessed now
You can either be the bulllets or the gun
The master or the slave
The hustler or the punk
I hustle, I live to survive
You don't you'll live and you'll die
Smells like flowers in my neighborhood, cuz the cemetaries right next door
I don't want to end up shooting my self in the dome, so I leave all the bullshit all alone
Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin' bitches in my songs
For putting chronic in my bong and drinking 40's on the lawn
That's what it is
My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line
I always speak what's on my mind
So they don't try to punk my kind yea
I'm comin through and I'm player born
So nobody move til the players gone
Players live long, enough to see the broke get fixed
Live long poor, die when I'm rich
Bury me with a golden cane and nickel size diamond on my pinky ring
Let me floss in the after life, cuz I was broke in the hood
Never had nothing it's all good
I'm not mad, I'm just glad that I passed away
Fucked a freak bitch In a freaky way
I Beat down all my fake homies cuz they pretend to be
Try to get close took it easy on my enemies
Cuz all the jealousy only made me flyer
Bouncin in the ride while I'm flattening the tires
Lookin good lotta love from my fans and friends
Apprehend me some happy endings
I love money man, I love women too.
I'm all tipsy drinking liquor in the swimming pool
And I'm a skinny dude but bitches like that
Sweet talkin muthafuckas til I got it like that
What's game? it's experience
Thinking with the mind, speaking with the tongue
Keeping it mysterious
It's a world full of hoes, but pimps got names
Stay on top playas recognize games
So I'm playin as the long as the sunshine
Only live once so I'm only living one time
Down like brown, closer than bros
In the city streets like the muthafuckin' po's
Playin hardball like some muthafuckin' pros
Makin' bustas give it up like some muthafuckin' hos
When these other muthafuckas start sellin' out
I'll be bailin' out the liquor store, help me out
Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin' bitches in my songs
For putting chronic in my bong and drinking 40's on the lawn
That's what it is
My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line
I always speak whats on my mind
So they don't try to punk my kind yea
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
I really wanna know
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
It don't matter tho
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
But I don't give a fuck
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
This the Suspekt Song
But I don't give a
Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin' bitches in my songs
For putting chronic in my bong and drinking 40's on the lawn
That's what it is
My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line
I always speak what's on my mind
So they don't try to punk my kind yea
Let me get to coasting on the beat while I'm breathin
Cuz I know they waitin for me in the street, if I see em
I'm a live em where I seen em last
Pump Pump then it's over live em in the past
Locally I'm deep like the bass
Roman number five to the muthafuckin' Ace
Posted up in the place
In a blue suit feelin like I'm bulletproof
Puffin' on a blunt blunt swigging on a deuce deuce
On the dresser got a bottle of gin, an empty glass
A lighter and a blunt and tray for the ash
A loaded shotgun and a pistol on the bed
I'm an enemy to many so many enemies dead
Many have said to me they love me but I know they envy me
Jockin' me, knowing me like a celebrity
The lights are off in the dome
Nobodys home, carry on if you want to live long
Look at my portrayal, there's no pity for a thug
A victim to my drug
Ambition in my blood
A child with no wishes and no dreams Just a bunch of screams
Looking for a crack of light in something that I don't believe
I'm 22 and I'm in crisis, mind is stressing
Take a look around the hood and all I see is depression
So I put a bullet in your chest wow
Do you really think you're blessed now
You can either be the bulllets or the gun
The master or the slave
The hustler or the punk
I hustle, I live to survive
You don't you'll live and you'll die
Smells like flowers in my neighborhood, cuz the cemetaries right next door
I don't want to end up shooting my self in the dome, so I leave all the bullshit all alone
Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin' bitches in my songs
For putting chronic in my bong and drinking 40's on the lawn
That's what it is
My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line
I always speak what's on my mind
So they don't try to punk my kind yea
I'm comin through and I'm player born
So nobody move til the players gone
Players live long, enough to see the broke get fixed
Live long poor, die when I'm rich
Bury me with a golden cane and nickel size diamond on my pinky ring
Let me floss in the after life, cuz I was broke in the hood
Never had nothing it's all good
I'm not mad, I'm just glad that I passed away
Fucked a freak bitch In a freaky way
I Beat down all my fake homies cuz they pretend to be
Try to get close took it easy on my enemies
Cuz all the jealousy only made me flyer
Bouncin in the ride while I'm flattening the tires
Lookin good lotta love from my fans and friends
Apprehend me some happy endings
I love money man, I love women too.
I'm all tipsy drinking liquor in the swimming pool
And I'm a skinny dude but bitches like that
Sweet talkin muthafuckas til I got it like that
What's game? it's experience
Thinking with the mind, speaking with the tongue
Keeping it mysterious
It's a world full of hoes, but pimps got names
Stay on top playas recognize games
So I'm playin as the long as the sunshine
Only live once so I'm only living one time
Down like brown, closer than bros
In the city streets like the muthafuckin' po's
Playin hardball like some muthafuckin' pros
Makin' bustas give it up like some muthafuckin' hos
When these other muthafuckas start sellin' out
I'll be bailin' out the liquor store, help me out
Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin' bitches in my songs
For putting chronic in my bong and drinking 40's on the lawn
That's what it is
My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line
I always speak whats on my mind
So they don't try to punk my kind yea
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
I really wanna know
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
It don't matter tho
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
But I don't give a fuck
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm wrong
This the Suspekt Song
But I don't give a
Credits
Writer(s): W Bakeman, Will Bakeman
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