Right or Wrong Lyrics

Made a few racks off selling dope

Would've probably touch a mil, if I was out there slanging coke

No handouts, cause it feel better to say you did shit on your own

Trying to beat the struggle, had to hustle, and you hear it in my songs

This dick she feel it in her toes every week a different hoe

We smoking grass or one of you opp ass niggas and you know it's strong

If it's about my brother, than it's whatever, right or wrong

I got family members trying to control the life that I have chose

Mapping out my future, Momma living good family is straight

I ain't got no complaints

Give me head with no complaints

Really rap what I'm living this shit more than just to entertain

Haters, leachers trying to write me out, I'll get them all erased

People really think that imma change

But I ain't changed at all, nigga I'm the same

They talk about me cause I got 1's inside me bankroll

Me n Walter shared the same clothes they don't know that pain (yeah)

They don't know that I beat the block and I beat the system

Long as living im fighting the system

Imma forever put drugs in my system

What can I say I'm In love with these symptoms

We tried to bag him, whack him, must've had god on his side cause them bullets had missed him

If we don't get him today then we'll get him tomorrow guarantee that my shorty will finish him

Told her keep the world out of our business

Can't post these guns on my page its too many motherfuckin' witnesses

Fucking with me a privilege

If you rich or gone be what's the difference

You can't feel what I'm saying then just listen

(You can't feel what I'm saying then just listen)

Made a few racks off selling dope

Would've probably touch a mil, if I was out there slanging coke

No handouts, cause it feel better to say you did shit on your own

Trying to beat the struggle, had to hustle, and you hear it in my songs

This dick she feel it in her toes

Every week a different hoe

We smoking grass or one of you opp ass niggas and you know it's strong

If it's about my brother, than it's whatever, right or wrong

I got family members trying to control the life that I have chose

But ain't gone let them I won't let up

Post a pic and make up them shut up

Slick like butter, drip like mustard, tell these pussy niggas need catch up

Grab her neck, pull her on weave, she say she like when I'm aggressive

Got her wet but she on her knees in the bathroom cleaning this dick up

Waiting for one of these rappers to slip up

I can't even talk to the lady who made me cause she won't probably support my dreams

Im trying to, cut back on that lean

I gotta, turn up for my team

While trying to, put on all on my team

I cannot, fail or fucking rest